Until you're hung by the neck,
until you've ruined every relationship
every hand that reached out to help...
Oh, the bridges.- The bridges you've burned,
straight to hell.
And, oh...the innocent lives you've ruined,
due to careless wants...

Although, maybe that's not fair.
After all, you really do love them,
you really do care.
But if that's true...
Then what are you doing?
Out here, early morning hours,
a cigarette- burning on your lips?
Friendless- besides the people who have taken you in.

But are they truly your friends?
Words can never express your graditude,
but if you were to disappear,
get hit by a car,
overdoes on a drug?
Would they mourn you? Wonder about you?
Or would they move on...
like I was never even there?