Without much romance I can still
Love those around me
But there was one person who made it worse
All these junkies surround me

Oh, I'm not saying I'm not one
Four pills in the morn'
But each time I see another needle
I keep wanting to mourn

Months had passed with no site
She was gone for good
I kept looking out my window
Smelling rotting wood

Maggots in the walls they stayed
With no sign of leaving
I had to accept that they were there
I had stopped believing.