The last time you use.
You promise, you swear.
The last time you get high.
You say it, so sincere.

The last time you'll go get drunk.
You make it believable.

When's it gonna stop?
The lies, the emptiness.
When will it kick in,
that the games that you play,
are getting old,
And the ones on the sidelines
Are getting tired of playing along.

What's gonna happen?
When everything that holds you dear,
Never wants you to be near?
How are you gonna cope?
When your money supplier,
Cuts off, all ends to you?

How are you gonna live?
When all you can do,
Is sleep in one bed this night,
and Another tomorrow?
What will you do?
When all of your loved ones,
have turned their backs to you.

Why can't you see?
The goodness you have.
The beauty you've created.

Put down the needle,
throw away the pills.
Allow your pride to be,
put aside.

Open your eyes,
Look into the mirror.
See the stranger.
That you've became.

Open your eyes,
Be you again.
Don't let the drugs,
Define you.