Drawn into the world as the ultra-outgoing,
living, laughing, loving – party ’til the next morning,
but as the years begin to grind,
you lose your happy state of mind;
it sucks, but you know it happens to us all in time.
The heavy hand of a weighted world
drags you down with it.
Leaves its mark upon you,
scars you so you can’t forget.
And the light I see in your eyes dies,
I see again my friend is gone,
abused by all the shit in life;
not here – withdrawn.
I see your way’s grown dark,
but don’t let this bullshit get through,
to the real you beneath,
this world doesn’t cut that deep;
it’s weak and shallow.
Pains me to see my friends
laid up like they’re dead,
no compulsion, or need, or desire,
just sit there dissociated;
not here – withdrawn.
I can see the lights are on,
but I’m not getting any answer,
just a nagging doubt like cancer
that you’re gone;
not here – withdrawn.
HG – 2000-2005
