He did all he could to run from his past

The mistakes that he made were kicking his ass

His friends tried to tell him when he lost his way

that it was time to get down on his knees and pray

Trying to gather his thoughts and collect himself

He put that Vodka back on the shelf

They told him he's no different that we all have problems

And drinking and drugging was no way to solve them

They thought that he was tougher with pride

But they couldn't see how he suffered inside

So with his final cry and last desperate shout

He traded that bottle for the pistol…

and blew his brains out