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I set my eyes to this future of thine,
And I’ve always seen that one day it would be mine,
But all that it is running into a wall cryin’,
And all for lust, lying in suicide, dyin’,

And right here, right now, I have it all,
You’d never roll the dice, and see it cast me to fall,
But it was a destined run, I’ve always needed to crawl,
Into my own dark lair,
With all this smoke that just stares,
And the pipes that don’t break,
Injecting all I can take,
Infecting myself with hate,
And never really seeing everything I had at stake.

I’m laying there lifeless looking into your eyes,
And telling you I trust you, even through all the lies.
I’ve been alone for so long, but now I have you.
I’ll share with you my deepest secrets, and never adieu.
You look so friendly, but I’m filled with fear,
I think I’m paralyzed, dying, because I’m stuck right here.
Would you please check my pulse, and make sure I’m alright,
Because I love you, and I can’t die here tonight.
And then I realize you were just smoke, and I shed a tear,
Because you were my only friend, but you were never really here.
And now I know I’m going mad, and having delusions,
“I can’t breathe,” “I’m going to die,” are my only conclusions.

And right here, right now, I have it all,
You’d never roll the dice, and see it cast me to fall,
But it was a destined run, I’ve always needed to crawl,
Into my own dark lair,
With all this smoke that just stares,
And the pipes that don’t break,
Injecting all I can take,
Infecting myself with hate,
And never really seeing everything I had at stake.
But for Heavens’ sake,
Please, don’t give up on me,

People cared at one point, but that’s come and passed,
And since then, I’ve gone farther and farther into this crash,
But right now, I only care, because I’ve run out,
Tomorrow, I’ll have more, and nothing to b***h about.

But I’m not dead yet, and I wish I could stop,
But I want to keep going ‘til I die or get caught,
There’s nothing to live for, so why should I care,
That everything’s dark, and I can’t feel the air,
And there’s wetness running down my chest,
And I’m convulsing, reaching for somebody’s vest.
That’s all I remember of that dark lair,
But then, I awoke in the government’s care,
Still, no family, friends, or dealers who care.
Still couldn't learn my lesson there.
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