It killed him and made him go away
No one can take this pain away, no how no way.
I loved him and he loved me
I wish he could have been drug free.
The drugs, the needles, the beer.
It killed him, though he is still here.
It killed his spirit and soul inside,its so sad,
To see him doing so bad.
We were in love and he did care,
that our love was special and rare.
Until he stared acting up
I knew something was up
When he started freaking out
If his mom said no he'd scream and shout.
He was not like his bother, that dumb bastard,
who hit him and his little sister.
He would never lay a hand on her
He loved her so much, I'm sure.
Even when he took them drugs and shit
His sister, oh no, he would never hit.
I hate drugs for what they've done
I don't think ill find any one I'd have fun with like me and him had fun
It wouldn't matter if he were dead
Hes so screwed up in the head
We never talk, he hates me
he loves me deep down inside maybe
The drugs made him forget,
if he were not on the drugs, he would still love me I bet.
**very true story, i hate drugs so much, it kills me when i think about what they did, don't do harsh drugs cause they could change you and you could lose someone who loves you and you wont even know it**
