Three weeks time is all you need to pick yourself up off the ground. Three weeks time is all you need to get back on this path you found. As you wipe tears from your eyes and swear with hands held high. Three weeks time is all you need to turn this burning wreck around. But just a little sip is all it takes to separate you from your convictions. In blacked out rooms devoid of light through the darkest hours of the night. When you think no one's around... when you think no one's looking down, you'll give in. Can't you see why I'm so mad raise your voice on my behalf, all the things I've worked so hard for them mean nothing now. There is more than feelings at stake this is a lethal sickness, no drugs will help this fever break. Now it's all rushing back with letters and photographs a taste of what life is really like. Can't you get it through your head, gonna end up on your knees dragging your bones around. Looking for that one ounce of self-respect, you might just find as they zip up your body bag. There is still time for change it's truly up to you, it's going to be the hardest thing you ever had to do...