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 they taught me how to use the drugs
My fate was then decided
I was a kid and was shown to do it wrong from people I was guided
I was taught that real men don't cry
My tears are better hide them
So I bottled up the pain inside
With no one to confide in
I pray to God most every night
But God I wasn't finding it
At 8 my mother passed away
And that's when my Hell started
So they prescribed me up a bunch of pills
And said I was retarded
Now the story is not for everyone
Because I'm still broken hearted
And if life was like a card game
I felt I was discarded
I want to live another way
But I don't know another
First I lost my sister,then my girlfriend,then I lost my brother
The pain inside it keeps me stuck
It's a process and I'm grieving
And I know that I am stuck in hell
For me there is no leaving
But now I only tell the truth
I don't have to be deceiving
These are my thoughts at 6:00 a.m.
I can't wait until this evening

© 2023 Stephen George