this proves that I'm a walking disgrace
someone needs to take me out and put me in my place
Heroins my evil demon, I know what it does,
Look at what it did to me!
2 years of use and I gave away everything damn near for free!
My bass, my x-box all kinds of jewelry!
Its now destroying my goal of living dope-free!
Nothing to do now but again try to get high,
I see no more reasons to not even try.
Deciding to just stick in the needle and just fade away,
Just not give a shit just shoot away the day.
Dope's depleting my veins and I just want to die
Misery loves Dope, but I'd kill to have some company.
I sit around lonely, looking obscene,
When I talk to anyone, I'm brutally mean.
I smell and I'm dirty, I think constantly of death.
If I could, I'd sit here and shoot dope till I died.
But instead I sit day after day,
Miserable in each and every way.
Wishing for death, with each passing hour,
Days into months, I'm so drained of power!
I know I have friends but I'm always depressed.
Why hang out if I'm gonna get them stressed?!
So I'm always home, always alone
Smoking pot, I've silenced my phone
I don't want to deal, I want to be free
But what can save me from this misery?
I wanna shoot up, but I remain to be clean,
A relapse will happen. eventually!
It's a viscous cycle, The Heroin Insanity
I don't understand, Why cant I just let Heroin go?
She only masks misery, then makes it worse.
Why does she continue to hold such control?
Her grasp is so tight, I'll just give up and let the dope flow!
Will I ever get better? Will I ever be free?
Methadone Maintenance till I'm 93? I'll never be free.
Misery's my lover, I guess she's my company.

 
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