Too Young To Die

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