He lays, his face to the ceiling,
Keeping his eyes from the mirror,
To not see the monster he has become.
No one knows who he is anymore,
Not even him.

He did so many things,
To keep friends,
Friends who would leave him
Dead if they had the chance.
They think he uses drugs.
Smokes blunts.

Just to keep the wrong friends.

Those are the friends who broke his hand,
Got him kicked out, 
Arrested.
Got him a reputation.
He doesn't smoke.
Even his own girlfriend thinks he does.
A girlfriends who's heart he is to soft to break.

Just to keep the wrong friends.

One girl knows his real story,
His real side,
She is his only real friend,
The one he can trust to be there,
The one he can trust
Not to see the monster he has become. 

She doesn't care of his past,
She only wants him to make another day,
Cares to she her best friend smile.
Not where he's been,
Or who,
Or why.
Just getting throught the now,
Because that is all thats needed.