a guy got lost

born to be creative
his style was so fantastic
he seemed to be higher than the rest
his ideas were strange but so cool
his smile was intellectual
until he thought he was the best

he really had the skills to be someone
he hardly was an adult when he went wrong
an attack of a fancy drug has changed his life
until he crossed the street to the other side

no creative, just a critic,
no explanations, egotrippin
cocaine lies
no lifestyle, no pleasure,
no sadness, just fiction
cocaine lies
the past and the present
is so different, we miss him
cocaine lies

i know life is sometimes sad
i know how to hate life
but i'll never ever change to my opposite

trust was important once upon a time
it's different now
you got lost
because you prefer to be anywhere and time determines your fall
time condemns you to decay
i'd like to talk to you but i don't know how