Forgot yourself amongst the lies,
With shaking hands and bloodshot eyes.
The desperation brought you here,
Into my house, and void of fear,
You took whatever you could find,
And stole away so cold and blind,
Into the dark forgiving night,
Skin punctured, damp and sickly white.
You took from me and sold to them,
To get a precious fix, and then,
With bitterness, I see delight,
And watch you gently lose the fight.
Your heart is crippled, your blood sings,
To tunes of what addiction brings,
And when exhaustion cannot free,
Your poisoned mind you’ll come to me,
To play your life out without lies,
With desperate, crazed and weeping eyes,
But seven years have passed, so how,
Can I expect to reach you now?
Back on that quiet night we lost,
Each other in that winter frost,
Nobody’s heart survives misuse,
Through cold and selfish drug abuse.