Got no money, can’t get a honey Hiding away on the shelf Feeling viral, downward spiral Not trying to help myself Ain’t got no uses, making excuses For my situation Blame my mother, blame another For my degradation
Feeling bleary, eyes are weary Need more alcohol Effects are brief, short lived relief Don’t satisfy me at all Need something stronger, needs to last longer Need an extra dimension Crack or a pill, need that thrill Need some added attention
Control got away from me (no second chances) I left it too late for me (to come to my senses) Time ran away from me (no second chances) Life would not wait for me (to come to my senses)
It’s taking its toll, I’m out of control Got nowhere to turn Back is breaking, heart is racing And I’m ready to burn I’m looking gaunt, the street kids taunt Mocking my very existence no chance of revival, game of survival Finally got no resistance
Hospital bed, am I dead? Is this some kind of nightmare? What am I hearing? Are they sneering? Do they even care? On life support, a bad report Bring on the undertaker I’ve had it rough, I’ve had enough It’s time to meet my makerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
