When we were young I thought you had it all, at least it seemed that way to me
I didn't realise that you give it all up for a life of misery
You got caught at an early age and oh I've seen it all before
You said that you could "handle it", that it was "fun" and nothing more

Erosion of your senses
In a chain of consequences

I can't forget the friend you were, but you don't see the shame
The only thing that drives you now is more poison for your brain
There's a vacant expression across your face as you smile and say "it's cool"
But the person you were is gone for good and left behind a shallow tool

I suppose you think that it's romantic, breakin' into old people's flats?
To steal from people's cars and houses? To feed your habbit laying on your back?
You've lost touch with the reality, sometimes you screamed, sometimes you cried
But my friend had long since gone, long before the "junkie" died

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