You see now I have a special friend, you can say we're close companions.
He'll be my very bitter end, but still get led into the darkest canyons.
You have no idea the abuse I take,for I hide the bruises on my arms.
I can't let you know the use I make of him,I tell myself he means no harm.
He keeps getting me sick,my friend is a nasty fellow.
There's no telling whats gotten into him,I don't care he keeps me mellow.
Every time we get too far apart I, can feel it in my bones.
We separate,I puke,I shake, I shit and fart,we have to meet it's been too long.
I go looking for the bastard, sometimes he's hard to find.
But once I hear he's near,I go running blind.
Sometimes I beg ,I cry,I steal ,when he's missing and I'm looking.
But when it's time to fry and steam,he's hissing and we're cooking.
Ya it's fun when I pull him back and start to watch him bleed.
He doesn't complain ,then I push him down,and he begins to feed.
It's at these times he bites my arms,steady leaving...