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Say we need to talk, would you stop and think. Drowning yourself in pity drinks. The smell of alcohol on your clothes. Well that just goes to show.. Open then closed. Nobody knows.
Sun rises as I stagger drunk up the road unco-ordinatedly. Resting in a bus stop, looking at a bottle in my hand that's empty. I keep looking for something I cant find, only the end of the drink.
I'm back on this road aren't it. I haven't smoked pot since the end of January. I can do this and have been. I've smoke cigarettes and swishers and gotten drunk twice. that's it. I've been doing good.
I seem to have done it. Not consumed by it any more. It took awhile. A few weeks. Cold sweats. The shakes. Constant finger twitching. But now I am free. No slave to it.
Stuck to this conveyor belt On a destination that's not my choice They tell me it's 'my journey' But they've taken away my voice I signed on the dotted line Did what I thought I should But how do...
You cut me like a knife. But you take away my pain. You give me loving comfort. But your messing with my brain. Your cutting down my life. But i'm the one to blame. I guess I'm just paying the price.
Next time I see you i'll be stonger, Next time I see you i'll be smarter, Next time I see you i'll be better, Next time I see you i'll be more mature, Next time I see you i'll be living my life...
These burns aren't going to fade. I'm scarred for the rest of my life. You've caused me so much pain, This shouldn't happen to your wife. You hit me with your fists, You scorch me with hot water.
I stand out in the lightning, Let it strike me - it's a rush, There's nothing else quite like this- To give this extra push.
Teabags, F*** you all around. My mother drinks you by the pound. You're so gross, so sweet and thin, My mom would put some whiskey in. And then, she'd make awful, dumb sounds.
Not even god can stop you now. Take off my hat, and give you a bow. She sang a sad, sad lullaby. I still hear her voice on sleepness nights. Baby now you're flying high, you're sailing far.
I've got a big pile of cocaine. I have enough to ease the pain. I've got new reasons to fly (to fly). I'm going to get myself high. I've got worn out leather boots. I took too many steps from you.
It's sad how I ache to get to my daily dose of my only hope. The way I love to feel it fill my lungs with smoke. Burning the back of my throat, constricting my chest. Leaving my mouth with a dry coat.
At first, it's amazing. You feel like you can conquer the world, befriend your worst enemy, be the most patient, understanding, compassionate person there could ever be.
The dark side of life. Has called out my name. Causing pain and strife. Discomfort and shame. I have no blue skies. No dreams to behold. Around my sad eyes. The tightest blindfold. Unable to see.
Don't start, and then there's no need to quit. Starting due to peer pressure means you will be seen as weak and simply a doormat.
I cld get it from other dealers but I'm loyal Ounces, grams ,fruits of my soil Call her Lady Heroine, met her while up n maryland Niggas b jonsing 4 her, swear there aint no comparison Her head game...
Too many Vodkas the night before, Wake up in another bed feeling like a whore. Make up smudged around your eyes, Your smile tells a thousand lies. You feel like your in a hamster wheel.
#household Thick, laced and red, Beckoning to my head, In a bowl, mug or glass, Temptation comes, I feel it swirl and mass, So sweet it will taste, Yet I should leave, And run without haste, Can't...
Not everyone can live the way you do. Not everyone is as healthy as you. But if I was I wouldn't be throwing it away on drugs and cigarets and alcohol. I wouldn't do any of those things.
I came to you, When you called. And this is how you treat me. Well, I won't be fooled.
Have to find another way To let my mind recover Another morning feeling dirty Fragile, depressed and hungover. An outcast from society, I can't handle sobriety.
For the where's and the why's In the tears that are cried For the who and the what In the words that are forgot For the when and the how In the here and the now For the ups and the downs In the...
I wish I had a pound. To go into the store. To buy myself a scratch card. To try and win more. I wish I had a fiver. To buy some lucky dips. To win lots of money. So I can buy some ships.