I am a drug addict whose soul has been lost.
I wonder how much time I have left, if I have any left.
I hear my conscience telling me to stop as my parents continue to sob.
I see the hurt in their eyes – the damage my addiction has caused.
I want a chance to go back in the past, so I could prevent it before it starts.
I am a drug addict whose soul has been lost.

I pretend that everything’s fine; going on as if nothing’s really wrong.
I feel my control slipping away as I again take yet another trip.
I touch objects that aren’t really there – or at least aren’t what I thought they were.
I worry someday I’ll come to an end, that my whole life will be spend.
I cry at time when it seems that I’m just a waste of bones and skin.
I am a drug addict whose soul has been lost.

I understand I’ve made plenty of mistakes. That I turn my life into the mess it is.
I say that although that’s true, giving up without a fight is something I won’t do.
I dream that one day my errors will be abolished.
I try to make my past long forgotten.
I hope that people won’t underestimate drugs.
I am a drug addict whose soul has been lost.

( It's not about me personally)