Too Young to Die

Look at you, what is it that you do Could it be you're hiding from yourself I look at your wasted life, I disaprove You can help yourself, but it's you that must choose Get that needle out of your arm If you want to die then that's a good head start Too young to die Too young to die Lying there in a drugged out haze Track marks creeping up and down your arms How can I soften what I try to say You hold your death in your hand Too young to die Too young to die A drug fogged haze your point of view How can you let yourself exist this way What would you do for a fix, my friend Could that be the sum of your life Too young to die Too young to die