The dependency comes with a tendency for me to come back to you,
The first time was free and the feeling was great too.
What used to be cheap innocent recreation,
Is now a full blown habit in the making.
The feeling I get from when you com into me,
Makes the world so tall, but when I get low,
my tolerance higher my addiction makes me feel so small.
I feel sick like my hearts about to go, I need my next fix
My liver dying slow.
My mind is consumed by the substance, and the monster I am turning into.
You mention my name to my family and they answer with an embarrassing "Who?"
I am marked guilty by association from my dirty passion,
I traded in my clean cut look, for that junkie dirt fashion.
I am no longer myself the drugs have a control on me
When my funds are low, they say, "go and rob please!"
It doesn't matter who it is, or whatever I get into.
And if you try to resist, you get cut by the Ginsu.
The sharpest type of knife, I wake up each morning
Praying to die since I signed away my life.
The beginning weekend plan is now a body filling disease
Which each pill consumed makes my soul fly high with my body on my knees.
The pain is too much to handle, I beg God please
Turn back the hands of time, to a place where there were no drugs
In these hands of mine.
If I listened I back in a time, I would have been better bottom line.
But I chose to rebel because I thought I was cool, back in the day.
But they took my whole, so I can never be okay...