Type B

You sit around and you count your bills
 and calculate how they can hurt to fill
 you lose yourself in all those pills
 well my friend I'll never warn or show
 I once new a fellow with a keen way of thinking
 lost in the dice he was rollen and
 the spirits he was drinking
 he always had a smile on his face
 But I knew about the demons
 he had dwelling deep inside
 I never wanted shit no matter
 how much he lied
 I knew his existance was a waste
 what a fucking waste
 You spend your days getting numb
 swear it's straight
 despite what you've become
 my advice is follow the crumbs
 and find your trail back
 from where you've become
 I once new a fellow with a keen way of thinking
 lost in the dice he was rollen and
 the spirits he was drinking
 he always had a smile on his face
 I knew about the demons
 he had dwelling deep inside
 I never wanted shit no matter
 how much he lied
 I knew his existance was a waste
 what a fucking waste!
 I once new a fellow with a keen way of thinking
 lost in the dice he was rollen and
 the spirits he was drinking
 he always had a smile on his face
 But I knew about the demons
 he had dwelling deep inside
 I never wanted shit no matter
 how much he lied
 I knew his existance was a waste
 what a fucking waste