'cause i don't want the world to know who i am
cause i know they won't understand
No one can understand
I'm here to remind you of the
mess you left me
Your old and gray
Your half crippled, but you know..
when you were young
did you have fun?
when you were middle age
did you think of my cage
I showed you blood
you hit and i cryed a flood
I faked death in a car
but you stayed away so far
I burned myself in hot water
for attention that didn't matter.
I'm sorry for you
but I cry for me
You chase him
and i had to leave
you choose him
and now i grieve
Living off the streets wasn't so bad
I just lived my life, so sad,sad,sad
Let's roll around again-than there i was-strung out..
bad habit-but fun, i shout
leave reality-gain a smile
don't care where it comes from
but enjoying jumping the mountain,laying in the sun
i left life for so long
how is it that i'm back
and it's so wrong?
Mother, Wife, Junkie
i miss my habit, it's been to long
what made it wrong?
Social conscience?
So now i turn it to song-
A junkie i will always be
now alcohol feels the need
and when i steal-it's just greed.
I belong to the city
it feels to me, no pity
It's the music that calls,
it fills the lonesome halls
they exist in my brain
and now it's the same.
I can't spell
I guess i'll lay down to hell.
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