I met her when I was 16. A common "friend" introduced us. Did she like me? Yes, she did. Did I like her? No, I didn't like her. I loved her. It was passion, love at first sight. She really drove me crazy. And I didn't know how to live without her. But the world didn't want that love. My parents didn't approve of it, so I had to see her secretly. And when that became impossible, I didn't know what to do. I wanted her I needed her so when I didn't have her, things really got out of control. I wrecked the car, I broke all the doors and windows in my room, I almost killed my sister. Why did I do that? I had a passion for her, I went crazy when I didn't have her. Today I'm 45. I'm a terminally ill patient in a hospital, and I know I'm going to die pretty soon. There's no one around me now: no family, no friends and of course she's not here now. Did I tell you her name? Cocaine. I owe her my love, my life, my destruction and my death. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
