You always think it will change,
Though your eyes tell you different,
You think it'll be better,
Your tears must mean something after all,
Your own blood,
She couldn't lie to you,
Could she?
Will she?
Hasn't she?
You think change is just that easy?
A few teardrops and empty words,
And now a whole new person is born?
No,
Change takes more than words,
More than promises and lies and more,
More than you have.
And when the day comes,
And fistful of powder,
And that dirty needle,
Claim their prize,
Your "I told you so" will be caught,
In your throat,
And you'll wish you had pushed harder,
Maybe then you wouldn't be burying another.