Falling
(It's been awhile, I must say) _______________________ Slipping, sliding, falling in a state of grace. Green eyes, best memories, worst nights. Trying to forget that pretty face.
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(It's been awhile, I must say) _______________________ Slipping, sliding, falling in a state of grace. Green eyes, best memories, worst nights. Trying to forget that pretty face.
I had heard of a new drug, I received it in a brown package one day, My parents warned me against it, But I listened to nothing they would say.
(I found this song on the internet. Hope u like it) It's happening more and more each day These drugs making my friends crazy I'm laying it down... Don't bring it around...
Derek grinned at everybody. He looked at their rosy awe struck faces. The clapping died down and Anna began to speak. 'Thanks for attending everyone. And special thanks to our guest of honour Derek.
J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
Kook!!. Hurry the fuck up!!. The old man in front of my street legal dirtbike was going waaaay too slow to suit me, so I started to bump his car with my front tire.
Tramadol hit, Opium high, Hiding under My bed from The storm inside, Can you feel Feel Feel it. The friction of Air against skin, The friction of Nothing on nothing, Can you hear Hear Hear it.
The introvert had the deadliest mind, Many dark secrets and crimes you'd find, He sat and rarely spoke a complete recluse, In his mind he was plotting his next drug abuse, His mind a maze of...
This is my song. This is the song that I sing...... Life is my addiction, Coke can enable me, Heroinspire me, But life is my addiction.
inner me. outer me. the outer one is the same. the inner one has changed. my inner has shriveled up. my outer the same. from the outside you can't see. drugs are a bet with your mind.
Two jobless spongers Ignorant to the life they lead Ones shooting up crack The other shotting speed What else do they need.
I cringed after I had said the words. The silence between us was audible, and I peered at her from underneath my lashes as we continued to walk the track.
You'll always want that little bit more. Penny pinching from the secret knicker top draw. An eighth or a gram to settle an old score. Dealer lends you a syringe he found on a mutual friends floor.
Anticipated the crash but kept on drinking My body can take it my minds not thinking Pumped full of drugs and on the level It's time for that slow dance with the devil Everything's hazy the lights...
Hello. Anybody in. Hello. Grin. Say something Act or react to what you're feeling Pointless. Stubbornness. Emptiness. You are a bloody mess. Expressionless. Hello. Stop playing dumb Hello. Numb.
"WHAAT?. You ought to be out of your mind!" screamed my sister , I was already sick of her and her complaining, everything I shared with her, she always had to disagree. "Charlotte. Don't you shout.
The girl put a hand to her head, the headaches had gotten worse. Had she really forgotten happiness. Or had life just not any left.
Spiraling hills, accident spills. The blue crowned pills. The addiction kills. Traces & faces. Once loved places. The ecstasy erases. Out in the silence of the night.
Well, I've seen you in the lunch line, I've seen you in the hall. And now i ask myself why I even care at all. I know, you're shy and quiet. I know, you don't like friends.
The sound of a train rushing by snapped me out my trance, and I realised that I was shaking.
Pushing myself up the fence, bringing my broken fipflops along, scrapping my knee one the faded wood. Grunting.
Adult content...enjoy. No. 7 The Duke of York The grand old Duke of york, He had 10,000 grams of coke. He liked to pop the odd ol' pill. He would never frown again. When he was up he was up.
I wake up on the floor on my back. Something is digging into me so I fumble about and find an envelope, half hanging out my pocket.
Ordinary People Charlie It's a long time since I've seen Eugene. Or anyone in fact. Apart from Smith. The drug dealer. Yeah, ok, I'm a druggie. Get over it.