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my friend/my foe
you run through my blood like a child through a field
and in your steed my life you do wield
laughing at me when i fall to the ground
but when i have no one your always around
you make me feel high over towns i can soar
just a smigging of you and i always want more
i know its a problem dont tell me i know
the path towards death is the path that i sow
but i can not help it i am a slave
i wont give you up so ill start digging my grave
i regret the day after but sorry i am not
your gone again and im left to rot
sometimes i am happy sometimes i am mean
sometimes i am visable sometimes i am unseen
alone in my room i turn to you once again
your voice is the devils but am i insain
i cant help these feelings i know i am sick
i feel like im falling but it could be a mind trick
i know its a killer and the path i have sow
goodbye drugs my old friend goodbye drugs my old foe
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