How could you let yourself turn into this, this shell of a person i see before me. Without a trace of self respect that you once had, the person i knew is dead, and what's left behind is not worth my effort, you're not worth my effort.
I'm tired of your game, slowly letting yourself go, one small dose at a time, but just enough to get you high without upsetting your conscience, just because it doesn't bother you, doesn't mean that it doesn't make me sick
(You Make Me Sick!)
So i'll cast you aside with all the other trash, no need to let your foolishness get in my way, i hope its worth your effort...worth your life, and worth the sacrifice of the respect, that i once had for you.
So let your poisons escort you to an early grave, and i will take my self-control to mine.
You take life one compromise at a time, and i will face a life without regret.
Do what you feel you need to do to fit in, and i will continue to walk the straight edge.
THE STRAIGHT EDGE!