I need to stop tripping
before I start slipping
And end up sipping
And every thing in my world
Starts flipping

I'll end up getting high
And my mouth will start to lie
And I'll continue to almost die
Constantly asking my "why?"
As I watch my life roll right on by

You will ask me if I'm high
I'll just deny
Or I probably won't even reply
I'll take pity on myself
And if I know me
I’ll start to cry

I'll slowly start fading
I'll ask you "why you feel the need to Be so...