unresponsive

The room was dark and silent when my phone began to ring
who was calling at this hour i knew it wasnt a good thing
slowly i reached for my phone to answer with hesitation and dread
the voice on the line was a detective informing me he was dead
They found him unresponsive with a needle in his arm
sitting in his car off a beaten path at an old abandoned farm
my words left me i couldn't speak and it wasn't from being in shock
i was reminded of the day i finally left
after he stole from my mother for some rock
as i hung up with the detective reality came in to view
i tried so hard to change him to help and i did all that i could do
all the rehabs and treatment centers and prayers he just didnt care 
he never needed anyone as long as the drug was there
he cared not who was hurting because the drug owned his soul
and in the end it consumed him and he lost all control
when i first met this man he had so much that he wanted to be 
his hopes and dreams were big
enough for both him and me

i dont know what happened because it took place so fast
and soon that man became someone who put drugs first and i became last
Did he not know what it was like for me to watch him become a stranger
how did he not realize that his life was in danger
im so angry i tried so hard to help him i swear i did my best
i guess it doesnt matter his demons are now at rest 
i loved him the best i could but i just
couldn't bring him back
in the end he overdosed on heroin but his addiction was always crack
on a well beaten path beside an old abandoned farm
he died a lonely death and the cause was the needle in his arm