I know a guy, who knows a guy
who maybe ruined the first guy's life.

Fondly I remember the times
when one cigarette was not a crime.

When one was considered just a gift
and packs were too much for you to pick.

When all we ever did was drink
and poured it all on our sinking ship.

When it was cool and dope to try
pills and **** for the first time.

As long as the feeling kept you high
the downward spiral seemed like a lie.

The constant let-downs didn't help as well
I know, because I've been through that hell.

In the end, it's all the same
alcohol and drugs only fade away.

And that guy which the first guy knows
might not be a guy at all.

It's an obsession that gets too real
and hardly ever heals.

But still I haven't lost all hope...
...because no matter how hard it is
I
can
never
let myself
see you go
the path you are
headed to.