Jul 30, 2005 04:52
Nervous habit
Such a bitch
Brings me down to empty headed highs
Smack a bitch
Lighter fluid
Heavy masquerade
Get me down
Get me off
Fly on over
Take a load
Drawn syringe full synethis
Knock me down
Pull it fast
Promise me my addiction will leave me fast
Breed the hate to our death bed
Sex satisfies like no other
Moving foward, but back I linger
Down the trodden path, trompled by others
Looking for a new escape