Junkie

i see you again waiting for the man dirty dollar bills crumpled in shaky hands your veins would collapse if they weren't running sand high risk life, low life demands unaware with a vacant stare of your surroundings, like you even care there's only one reason as to why you're here and it's not to admire yourself in cars passing mirrors with the man running late the time ticks lunatic fringe not knowing he's laying dead in some junkies den the life style he lived finally did him in and you with no idea will soon be following him because the life of a junkie is no life at all one step from the ledge with the needles drawl milk blood to make sure you get it all one last time before last call...