Cigarettes And Suicide

He doesn't know how it got this far,
It used to be innocent fun.
He tries to find someone to blame,
but he knows that he can't run.

He told me, "Every time I close my eyes,
All I see is death"
and he is losing his breathe

I watched the one person,
who everyone thought was heartless.
Completely shatter to pieces.

In and out of jail,
and he sleeps on the street.
Never gone a moment sober,
he always needs a fix.
Never shows he's vulnerable,
but he knows I see right through it.

From weed, to speed to unbearable need.
Lost track of all the times he bleeds.
It hurts to much to think about,
exactly how this happened.
And I know he knows that I know,
exactly how he feels now.

You made me off your downfall.
I often think of life before it,
I should take some time thank you.
It's better to just ignore it,
I mean that's what you do best.

Little lies and unheard cries,
He seemed to take his life for granted.
And he dies a little more inside,
alone and undecided.

Cigarettes and suicide,
Another drink to help it.
Homeless nights and city lights,
I wish I could forget it.