Nickelback – Just To Get High
He was my best friend, I tried to help him,
But he traded everything, for suffering,
And found himself alone.
I watched the lying, turn into hiding,
With scars on both his lips, his fingertips…
Were melted to the bone.
But I can still remember what his face looked like,
When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night.
Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!
A gun would do the trick, get it over with,
You're better off…
To take all you've got and burn it on the spot,
To get high-igh,