Look at you, what is it that you do

Could it be you're hiding from yourself 

I look at your wasted life, I disaprove 

You can help yourself, but it's you that must choose 

Get that needle out of your arm 

If you want to die then that's a good head start 



Too young to die 

Too young to die 



Lying there in a drugged out haze 

Track marks creeping up and down your arms 

How can I soften what I try to say 

You hold your death in your hand 



Too young to die 

Too young to die 



A drug fogged haze your point of view 

How can you let yourself exist this way 

What would you do for a fix, my friend 

Could that be the sum of your life 



Too young to die 

Too young to die