WILL HE EVER SEE

Everyday he wakes and rises to another meaningless day.As he sits around and watches time and potential fade away.Cause he's too occupied with what drugs to buy.I hate to see the day when it all comes crashing down.When the shit piles up to deep, and he realizes it's too late.And the times he wants to keep.He can's remember his own name.Open your eyes.When will you see.You're throwing away.What you could be.Will he sink into the couch and fall until he count get out.When he's drowning in his own regret, will he finally figure out that his own ignorance makes no fucking sense.I hate to see the day when he stops thinking.When the shit piles up to deep, and he realizes it's too late.And the times he wants to keep.He can's remember his own name.Open your eyes.When will you see.You're throwing away.What you could be.Will he ever see a day.