Curiosity killed the cat
But somehow I'm still walking
I didn't talk for most my life
But then I started talking
Heroin is homicide
The needles always shooting
I try to keep the outside clean
Because inside I'm polluting
The devil likes to cheer for me
My pain is always rooting
And he likes to see me on the streets
Pillaging and looting
I'm walking in the trap house
I'll always be invited
I'm addicted to the chaos
Because it gets me all excited
I'm only seeing evil now
For good, I am sighted
And addiction gets the best of me
When I'm too weak to fight it
I'm not dealing with the pain inside
my smile it always hides it
And when...