Best Friend - Worst Enemy

I found a new friend today
A friend to take my fears away.
It is a friend that you must buy
It has a name - it's called a high.
It seems to be the latest style
" You're welcome here , let's smoke awhile. "
It turns me loose , it sets me free
From the dullness of reality.
But sometimes though I start to wonder
Does it lift me up or drag me under?
The fears it took were only hidden
And feelings seem to be forbidden.
Now my friend has turned on me
And thus become my enemy.
I think about the price I pay
And go get high anyway.
Inside it seems I'm always crying
Why do I feel as if I'm dying?