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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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