Can't Continue
The cost of my pleasure is very high,
It's really like that I will die
My choice is between this crystal or a pistol,
Either way neither is beneficial
The doctors say I can only have one,
but I can't stop, it's way too fun.
Through my life, I've had one friend
And with her words, she wants me to comprehend,
That, "Money won't pay for my problems,
vices and pity won't solve them,
That I can't feel bad for myself,"
I need to fix them like she's done herself.
I understand the things she's saying
And even if I end up laying,
I need to ask for you to stop praying.
'Cause I'm too high, and I need to defy
I was on cloud nine now, I'm starting to whine
The people that make it, they could die,
And the thing is that I know why
It's made of acid but, I'm still avid
The people they plead, but I'm not freed
I've lost so much that I can't go on,
So don't come in the morning, 'cause I'll be gone.