Vices

Now he sat alone in the garden square
No one around, nobody who cares

He's been depressed, he's been needing sleep
But what he doesn't know is that he's in too deep

"Can someone help me out?
Is anyone even there?
I can't begin to describe how scared I am right now.
My voice can't get any louder..."

Now he walked alone in the golden greenhouse
Greeting memories from the island he swam around

He's been strung out, he's fading now
But what he didn't know is help
Has been with him all this time

"Can someone help me out?
Is anyone even there?
I can't describe how scared I am right now
My vices aren't loosening their grip..."

Into the mirror, he goes
To another world
God bless his soul
He will find it sooner than later
And trust me, that's what I'd prefer