We where all called together.
Round the table we sat, chatting away.
Waiting to hear what all the fuzz was about.
I joked "bet someone died" and we all laughed.
A second later our councilors showed up.
Our smiles died off quickly.
A chill went down our spines.

Since we are all addicts here, we could feel what was up.
We waited for what seemed like forever.
Just to hear what we already knew.

Our fellow recovering friend was no more.
Our breath stopped, just like his did last night.
I felt so lonely, just like he must've been last night.
All I could think about was drugs, just like he did last night.

Now,

I'm in my room, alone.
Struggling the same battle as he did last night.
But I'm not gonna make the same mistake.
I'm not gonna give in, like I wish he didn't.
Oh, if only he didn't. We could still be struggling together right now....