never had a dad had to grow up fast, couldnt get over it so i live in the past

lonely and troubled i felt all alone, with little happiness, depression was shown

i fell into violence, drugs were upcoming, nothing felt better than the way that they were numbing

into trouble is what i always got, in and out of facilities, the recovery i fought

four years and my memory is grey, im always just trying to get through the day

Suffering in silence, I cant explain my mind but theres always a few says though, hope is what i find

back and forth my mind always turns, its never been easier when my body starts to burn

cravings hit me and i just want to cry, because these days all i can think about is getting high