It isn't too late to save your dream.
All your effort seeping to skin. The cycle you still feed.
All profit spent on the desire to numb the bitter truth.
Needing more than receiving, losing as much as you consume.
Sleepless, still no escape or way to dream.
Never seeming to get ahead in life. The cycle you still feed.
Far past even fiending for the past.
Like a circle, ever ending never beginning to pass.
What's spent is never enough. The need seems always more.
All profit spent. Still dependent like before.
No matter how many times you walk away.
You're still too blind to see the price you pay.
You throw away your life and all it has to give.
I Hope your satisfied with this life you've come to live.
Drowning in the smoke and ash, it's all that you have left.
Will you take it to the grave when it takes away your last breath?