Put down the bottle,
Step away from the drugs,
The procedure of life is hard enough.

It's good in the moment,
The euphoric high.
But once you come down,
All you can do is cry.

Depression sets in,
And you look at your life.
Broken pieces,
Withered and dead.
Like a rose on the ground.

You do it again,
Just to feel whole.
But this time, the high doesn't come 'round.

You took too much,
Trying to numb the pain.
Life flashes before you,
And you see it slip away...