Welcome[s]

They wave you in the broad oak doors

And shake your hand in turn

They leave a good taste in your mouth

And watch your ego burn

 

They take you in like one of them

And hand you business cards

'Come back any old time you want -

It's not like you'll go far.'

 

I want to be another man

Another face; not mine

I want to hide all that I am

And lock myself inside

 

Peer pressure at its most content

I revel in the name

Of lying of my own device

To cover up the shame

 

These faces smiling back at me

They never knew my face

Until I took that shaky step

And bought into their chase

 

The girls, the drinks, the drugs - I'm cursed

The white line fever runs high

I live the same night in and out

Below a morbid sky

 

I bleed, I cry, I torture nightly

Every single thought

Of letting out what never saw

The dreams I almost wrought

 

It's me; it's true I chose this road

To satisfy my hunger

For unabashed comraderie

As I watch myself go under

 

And while we wane away so blind

To futures never seen

I stand amongst their ranks and look

Back towards what could have been.

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