Life is like a Rave;
The Drugs are my friends; always making me feel so high
The Alcohol are the ones once loved that making me feel so blind sided
The music is the song my heart sings,
The rhythm is my heart beating like a drum
The notes are my laughter...and my cries
The lyrics are my deepest thoughts
But, as a Rave goes;
Friends will be lost… Then found
Personal items will be checked and taken
You might pass out and never realize what happened
But, you’ll always have the memory of the good
that once came from the high before the crash.