Closing your eyes, head rush from the pipe,
watching your dreams shoot stars in the skys.
The mourning comes, your head's undone.
You'll quickly scramble money, buy your escape,
So your heart won't bust.
I've seen you abuse your body
more than the sun can say its age.
I just sit and let you puff your life away.
What kind of person am I?
To watch you take in, day by day,
the buzz that ruined your life.
In a cell now, your dreams are laid