Walking through the hallways,
Staring at the lost souls,
They are reaching out,
But who will be there?
Their friends consume their lives,
But are they really there?
Will they stand beside them,
As they lay dying on a bed?
Their parents whom they shun,
May be the only ones in the end,
When everyone else is gone,
It is those cast off who will hold them up.
The drugs which free them now,
Will end up their jailor,
The parties which are their lives,
Will only be their slayor.
But, this they will not know,
Until it is too late,
Then they will see when they begin to fade,
What a mistake they have made.
Staring at the lost souls,
They are reaching out,
But who will be there?
Their friends consume their lives,
But are they really there?
Will they stand beside them,
As they lay dying on a bed?
Their parents whom they shun,
May be the only ones in the end,
When everyone else is gone,
It is those cast off who will hold them up.
The drugs which free them now,
Will end up their jailor,
The parties which are their lives,
Will only be their slayor.
But, this they will not know,
Until it is too late,
Then they will see when they begin to fade,
What a mistake they have made.
