She views it on the media and in every magazine
Everyone at school uses it even the prom queen
She doesn’t want to stand out, or always be alone
So on one fateful day she decides to give it a try
A lighter flashes and catches fire to the awaiting tip of that unforgiving cocaine filled stick
She coughs and hacks
Her stomach starts to churn
But she has to keep going she wants to fit in
So she takes a shaky breath and naively tries again
Three years later she sits in a brown arm chair at the local rehab center
Shaking with a crave that snatched away her precious life
I guess that’s what happens when you believe the hype
