If You Really Want To Know
I'm hungry, but not for food
Instead I'm hungry for the drugs that fill my stabbing emptiness
Drugs that make me stop shaking, but only keep me waiting
For someone to understand it's a part of me
I may be alone but the jolt to my vein takes me to peace, a place where I am free
A heaven where death doesn't scare me
I'm hungry, but not for food
Instead I'm hungry for the thing that keeps me sane
Drugs that clear my head, make me feel like I'm two steps ahead
But behind in life because I'm in the fast lane
I may be sick but the numbess to my body let's me feel alive, like I could never die
A hell where angels can't fly
I'm the addict, and I'm hungry for help
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