Sunday

Dec 11, 2006 01:55

Time crawls by like a snail on the fly,
The moment seems like forever, then its gone,
We smoke a dime to pass the time,
Getting higher every breath that is drawn,

Pot turns to dope and I start to lose hope,
Urges getting harder to tame.
Turned into a junkie, fiancé dumped me,
When just getting high was my aim.

Now I'm 35, and barely alive,
The drugs have taken over control,
My liver is shot, and my teeth have rot,
But to stop this, is impossible.

I just need to score so I won't hurt no more,
This is really the last time, I swear.
What's happened to me? Who I used to be?
I just hope this is all a nightmare.

sort off of the top of the head, kind of about a lot of stuff. kind of inspired by spun. kind of sort of about a lot of ppl. and really anyone w/ drug issues in general. idk, w/e. i think im going to go drawl now.
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