Now, don't just turn your back,
And pretend that your heart is black.
See, I know you all too well,
So don't try an' give me hell.
I know where you've been,
And the heart that is so torn,
That lies deep within,
That body full of scorn.
But alcohol won't wash away that pain,
You have nothing left to gain.
With slurred insults flying from that tongue,
I know the real trial has just begun.
Running from the world you made,
You lose yourself once again,
Boy, I understand you're afraid,
Of feeling this hurt and pain.
Yet time to grow up a little more,
Before all those friends walk out the door.
Time to give up these drunken days,
And clear from your head that clouded haze.