He comes out of the bath room,
Caring his spoons and needles,
Reeking of his alcohol and drugs.
But it's none of my business.
I'm supposed to shut up,
For I don't know what I'm talking about.
So I'll sit here,
Watching him kill himself.
For if I do anything else
The "Four Horseman" will come out.
Death, blood, pain, and torture.
Those will be worse,
Than watching him kill himself.
