I met her when I was 16 A common "friend" introduced us Did she like me? Yes, she did Did I like her? No, I didn't like her I loved her It was passion, love at first sight She really drove me crazy And I didn't know how to live without her But the world didn't want that love My parents didn't approve of it, so I had to see her secretly And when that became impossible, I didn't know what to do I wanted her I needed her So when I didn't have her Things really got out of control I wrecked the car I broke all the doors and windows in my room I almost killed my sister Why did I do that? I had a passion for her I went crazy when I didn't have her Today I'm 45 I'm a terminally ill patient in a hospital And I know I'm going to die pretty soon There's no one around me now No family, no friends and of course she's not here now Did I tell you her name? Cocaine I owe her my love My life My destruction and my death