how much of you is here?

how much of you is real?
How much of you is those pills?
How much of you is that powder?

Your guts you spill
but the remedy you don't give will.

you're a placebo in life.

such potential
but no drive.
you're always the victim,
you damn yourself and everyone else.

when she got close,
you got confused.
pulled away.
she thought ''okay.."

when she moved on
you pulled the gun
there was something wrong.

and then just abuse her,
'cause you never got to use her.

you never act! on what you know you want and need
even when its in reach
even when its something you fucking preach!

you're just a placebo in life.