It's nights like these , I wonder where you are . What stories have you made ? When you left .. did you go far ? Have you found a new woman , made new scars ? Does she have your mind .. & your heart ? Or was it just the drugs , that tore you apart ? Was it sickness .. or an STD ? When you inject your arm , do you ever think of me ? When you close your eyes at night , Do you have flashbacks of holding me tight ? When I was younger , you used to straighten my hair , put me to bed .. now , you don't care . You now hold the injection like its a lifeline .. when I was younger , I pictured a life time . A life with no harm , your arms around mine . you dressed me nicely , and we played outside .. but when I turned twelve , you cheated and lied . No more dresses , and hair-bows . . just broken dreams , and thoughts of who knows ? You sleep in motel rooms , with just her and you . You now hold her tightly , and tightly she holds you .. you deserted everything , you let her control you . Now the drugs have you , and now we don't know you .
