Can't you see the state you're in,
So much worse than before,
nosebleeds, numb gums, no glory here
But what can we say,
No we can't change your ways,
Nor can I intervene,
When these highs are so clean.
So dam expensive and So pure,
But these endless excuses are no cure.
i guess it'll become clear one lonsome day,
Whilst staring in the mirror,
Those eyes listless of spirit,
So lost in despair,
Blank, no dreams in that stare.
So years down the line,
There's nothing left in the mirror,
Just a glimmer of the morning sun,
Bringing no answer or solution,
To this problem burnt inside,
Now he speaks very seldom,
