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.

Three days no sleeping, he gave up eating,
He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing,
And pretended not to know…
He started stealing, to supply the feeling,
Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife…
And held it to her throat.

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,
Just to get high-igh, igh, igh (high-igh, igh, igh).