Every night you hypnotize the people who sit drinking in the club but all the pretty words they say, the parties and the pills won't be enough.
Suicides they always find, pretended to have friends that they could trust
The messages they leave behind - "the loneliness just gets to be too much".
You're here and gone but you just can't stop - this drug.
Day and night, the feelin' keeps you high and makes you warm.
You're here and gone but you just can't get enough.
All your life you've tried to keep the high that numbs and fills you up.