Heroin
Heroin
Here and there, there and here,
Whats left for me, because life's unfair.
Kill myself as i push you away,
Stab myself as my heart goes astray.
What do I want, honestly who knows?
Maybe it's that last shot of heroin left to go.
A lot of time left here for a shot there,
Even though im still left sitting in despair.
They call my name the demons they do,
It all started when I lost you.
I begin to listen when they called my name,
I sadly started playing their games.
I know I'm clean now, I'm here again,
But all my life I've lived in this sin.
I miss the needle every now and then,
Although my new life must begin.
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