Walking out to a beaming light,
With a heart full of gold;
but he's in needs of highs,
addiction is a disease;
but he believed a lie ,

and so he thought,
he will run away;
run away from here,

goes to the bathroom;
and rolls that bill,
won't let the opportunity pass you;
for just another thrill,

its been a day
of managing pain
and sent him to his grave
but this is the way
he is,

Waking up with shakes;
cold sweats and migraines,
but I need another dose,
and there another opportunity rose;

gram of blow ,
on a bill that is rolled;
stuck up his nose,
that left him comatose

,

walking out to a beaming light,
with a broken heart;
but she's in need of pints,
addiction is a disease;
but she believed a lie,

she fills her cup;
looking for love,
thinking she's not enough,
believing she's out of luck,
drank until it drove her nuts,
drowning through her lungs;
until her life gave up

,

We couldn't see;
that we were weak,
chasing peace;
until it put us six feet deep






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