Morphine's Lament
Eyes cracking open,
Stomach doing flip flops,
Skin crawlin’
Hair hurtin’
Where is that damn pill?
Oh crap, forgot to get my refill.
Life of an addict?
Nope, just a chronic pain mess.
Dependent, hell yes.
So what’s the difference?
I wouldn’t sell myself for the stuff.
But suffer without it?
Yes, I do.
Feel better when I take it?
Yes. It makes my pain go away.
I can get through my day.
Be someone you can stand to be around,
Don’t go round with a frown,
All day.
But yeah, I need it.
But I wouldn’t steal to get it.
I would suffer before I hurt anyone to get it.
That’s the difference between an addict
And being dependent. I only hurt myself.
Sucks to be me.
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