GOODBYE IT COULD BE ME NEXT

The gravestone he visited once a week 
Is little comfort for the pleasure he seek 
Words he wants to say but nothing comes
Just another death living in the slums 

This death is no different to all the rest 
Taken early by drugs if you haven't guessed
If it isn't drugs then it will be the drink 
Nothing to live for and no time to think 

So he says goodbye to his once best mate
Knowing the prospects for him aren't great 
A miracle if he lasts to the end of the year 
Such a sad story please don't shed a tear