On the outside your a really decent guy,
but on the inside your full of despair & lies,
you cover it up by being someone your not,
your heart tells you that you can do better,
but your brain won't stop,
by taking the pain away,
you take your needle out,
it's not enough for you,
so it's time for another round,
your parents are desperate & in need of help,
but you tell them you can control it yourself,
marks & scars go up your arms,
you know you're breaking momma's heart,
but now time is up,
& drugs are in control,
theres nothing you can do,
& hell has your soul.
-courtnie garner