You start outside the circle,
so desperate to belong.
And soon you are accepted,
but it's a fantasy gone wrong.
You say they make you happy,
and they do, for a bit,
But once you leave reality,
you need a second hit.

You wake up every morning,
And last nite's on your mind,
You think, "what will today bring"?
But as you do you'll find....
That no matter how you deny it,
The truth is here to stay.
A chemical depression
that may never go away.

It's like a rollercoaster,
at first you feel so high.
But what comes up must come down,
and when it does you die.
Inside you die a terrible death,
your mind is so confused.
And once you reach this lonely place,
you know you're sure to lose.

So you take some more the next time,
almost searching for yourself,
But soon you need two more or three,
it's the only thing to help!
You look at all you're "friends" now,
and see how they've become,
But you cannot see that you're the same,
Alas, the drugs have won.

This battle rages onwards,
this war will never end.
For now your only freedom,
comes from the drugs on which you so depend.
But this is not real freedom,
their grip has taken hold.
The first thing on your mind now,
is the last deal that you sold.

It's so hard to escape now,
it's a whole world in itself,
You try to find an exit,
but the only thing to help,
Is another four or five of them,
so the pain will go away.
But once you start you cannot stop
THE DRUGS ARE HERE TO STAY!!