losing

She can't find the will to leave the shit alone.
shes poping pills and smoking crap; to feel less when stoned
alot like running away from home.

He's sitting by the window.
watching the stars and street lamp glow.
lost his job, his girl, his life.
looks at his arm and cut with a knife
the hurt is less and the pain is more then.

They're feeling more and more alone
they find fear in the first tear
to get rid of the awful curse moving on,
forward and fight for life
not in reverse. losing the past.
will that be enough?