Life has gotten too hard to handle
I\'m sorry, I must lean on you again
Drawn to you like a moth to a candle
You\'ve always been there, through the thick and thin,
Closer than any family, lover or friend.
You\'re the secret I hold in my pocket
The warmth that I\'ve been craving
My little vile of liquid Prophet
Always on-call, no delaying,
Wearing a Halo, while misbehaving.
The world doesn\'t know I have you
But they know you\'re being used
Keeping a secret, the things you do
Like erasing the pain of abuse,
While you and my blood begin to fuse.
My eyes get heavy and close slowly
As you expand your peace within
Leaving behind tracks, if you look closely
Memories fade, bringing on a subtle grin,
Goodbye my friend, until we meet again.