ADDICTIONS
THE WAY LIFE ITS A SHAME,
DAY BY DAY IT DONT SEEM TO CHANGE.
DAY INTO NIGHT AND NIGHT INTO DAY,
EACH BEING ONE IN THE SAME WAY.
ONLY LOYAL TO THE ADDICTIONS,
LIVING LIFE AS IF IT WAS FICTION.
IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG OR THE SPOON,
SOME CALL IT HIGH SOME CALL IT DOOM.
COUGHT IN A WEB OF DECEITION,
PUTTEN THE HIGH FIRST AND EVERYONE SECOND.
STEALING FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS,
NEVER CARING WHO WE HURT IN THE END.
EATING IS OUT OF THE QUESTION,
IF FEELING WHERE KNOWN, THEY WERE LEFT WITH NO EXPREESSION.
DAY BY DAY IT DONT SEEM TO CHANGE.
DAY INTO NIGHT AND NIGHT INTO DAY,
EACH BEING ONE IN THE SAME WAY.
ONLY LOYAL TO THE ADDICTIONS,
LIVING LIFE AS IF IT WAS FICTION.
IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG OR THE SPOON,
SOME CALL IT HIGH SOME CALL IT DOOM.
COUGHT IN A WEB OF DECEITION,
PUTTEN THE HIGH FIRST AND EVERYONE SECOND.
STEALING FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS,
NEVER CARING WHO WE HURT IN THE END.
EATING IS OUT OF THE QUESTION,
IF FEELING WHERE KNOWN, THEY WERE LEFT WITH NO EXPREESSION.
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