Drug Ballad
Drug Ballad
When I’m out I hate you, like a game that I lost,
But you were a diamond at a very high cost,
When I first met you, it seemed so,
And now the things you’ve done; just so low.
And I wish I could suck the morphine from your veins,
Cause every time it runs through you, it rains.
Touch your face, and it’s frozen, so I make sure there’s a pulse,
And when there is I jump back in some kind of repulse.
You’re no longer a diamond; just scum and dirt,
Tried to hide the marks from me, but there’s blood tracked down the sleeves of your shirt.
And you stole my rings, and you broke my heart,
And you’re no longer my very own beautiful piece of art.
And I don’t want to watch you die, none of us do,
But I promise you will, and it’s all up to you.
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