Tale of an addict..
I am your biggest fan
I the comfort you seek
The reason for the chills in your bones
and the ache as you breath.
I don't want much from you..
just your attention, money and soul,
Your family doesn't need you as much as I do
their money and goods, bring them too.
If they find out you stole from them, its okay
together, well find a good excuse.
But you have to keep this up..
You'll need enough money to keep me around.
Your mom might cry, your dad might yell
but they just don't understand us.. I'll help you
drown them out.
They call me meth, sometimes heroin..
I am the only friends you need...
don't forget about me.. I'll haunt you in your dreams.
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