by Julia Villarreal
Where is my best friend?
I don't know, she was here a moment ago.
She loved to live life
but we grew apart so fast
I went my way she went hers.
one day we met halfway,
she was not the same again
thanks to a stupid drug, heroin.
I miss her being who she was,
now she's a druggy into drugs,
poppin' pills and shooting up.
What kind of life is that?
You say you don't want eternal life,
if you think about it, you're not alive.
you're like the living dead.
I don't know what's going on in your head
but listen to me for once in your life.
You need help, you need the light.
Listen to what he has to say,
so the darkness can turn to light.