There was once a moment,

it would be over before I'd know it,

where she'd be the one to watch me and make me her commitment.

She was supposed to guide me and be my lucky stars,

now I'm watching her die and our friendship has fallen apart.

I'd reach out to help her if I knew she'd grab my hand,

but why would I want to keep trying if she'll never understand?

I thought I was her majority and now she's taunting the authorities,

I have to accept that I'm at the bottom of her priorities.

"Why go off to school and learn a thing or two,

when I could stay at home and do what I really want to do"--

Just one line of coke or just a bowl of weed.

She's masking her emotions and it's the addiction that she feeds.

I try to tell myself it's the drugs doing the talking,

but it's hard for me to believe that it's actually Ashleigh walking.

Such a distant memory of when we were inseperable...now I'm trying to save the rabbit that's fallen down the hole.

I had to grow up so fast and be the one watching a mess.

How else would my mom witness one of us becoming a success?

I keep telling myself to let go and let her fall to s***, after all, everything happens for a reason. 

But what if I could have stopped it?