Lay me down,
my baby hates me now,
urges to keep taking downs,
turn up the radio playing loud;
blow it out, creating clouds,

all these voices and no guidance;
i try to show defiance,
as the wind blows silent,
shadows oh so vibrant,

drowning;
in such a tight current,
head pounding;
but the nights perfect,
with mislead surroundings,
thinking why? per hit,

made another stupid mistake;
that includes pain,
with a deep rooted ache,

my best friend whispers in my ear;
and tries to supply fear,
never to know he was a pioneer
of all junkies, all druggies,
i guess I thought he loved me;
but he was the one who sunk me,
here i go back to drowning;
with the voices shouting
to just use;
one last time,
I swore,
i was through
to my core;
but I need one last high.


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