What's going on?
It starts with childhood.
The innocence, the ease,
Until you don't even know who you are anymore.

Trust broken, hearts floatin',
Drinking. Drugs. Sex. Smoke.
It's all those teenage years
Bad kids and their coke.

We're not all bad,
There's still some of us,
The pure, the sober,
But it just pulls you.

It drags you in.
Sneaking out, Broken bottles, getting high.
Some pretending to be cool,
Others feel there's no other way.
Their only escape.

Beginning with innocence, ending in tragedies.
You'd never do any of that stuff.
Before you know it, you're in.
You're what you never expected, never wanted.
Your only escape.
You're gone.