He has nothing left to own
Empty rooms are his home
In his own filth he will lie
Just to be a little bit high
He waits to feel the effect
With what he will inject
Right into his own vein
He will never feel the pain
Never hears the playing song
All his friends are now long gone
He is in darkness, there is no electricity
He is alone, feeling his own self pity
Tried to stop so many times
Made money with too many crimes
Even drugs he would steal
For the way they make him feel
This time the drugs are bad
Does not care for he has gone mad
He can feel the buzz in his head
By the morning he will be dead
(Copyright 2008 Chris Smith)
Empty rooms are his home
In his own filth he will lie
Just to be a little bit high
He waits to feel the effect
With what he will inject
Right into his own vein
He will never feel the pain
Never hears the playing song
All his friends are now long gone
He is in darkness, there is no electricity
He is alone, feeling his own self pity
Tried to stop so many times
Made money with too many crimes
Even drugs he would steal
For the way they make him feel
This time the drugs are bad
Does not care for he has gone mad
He can feel the buzz in his head
By the morning he will be dead
(Copyright 2008 Chris Smith)
brilliant write chris
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