Addiction
The sorrow is too much,
I just cant take it.
I need some kind of crutch,
something to break it.
Happiness escapes me,
there's nothing of the kind.
I must break free,
free my mind.
This needle does the trick,
Filled with bliss.
Just that little prick,
And life I'll never miss.
I'm not what i was,
Ive been beaten down,
And its all because,
That needle was found.
Anything for a fix,
Man i need that high.
Milligrams up to six,
As if i even try.
It seems now I'm down,
man I'm down.
Heroin's got me down,
so far down.
It's time for me to go,
And OD like Cobain.
Come and watch the show,
A needle in every vein.
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