Her mother used to hit her To an uncontrolled consumption of an absolute solution Experience with drug abuse Taking this drug of peace Slowly taking its toll
Never question, love thru addiction Collecting this emptiness Recollect a calm self-centered guess Every broken promise To bleed the soul free Faith is not the answer A promise that must end
Left her standing to face her own way Face to face
Thought you could... Never thought you would... Fall this steep
Overdose intentional 5 or 6 times For reasons being to die
Broken out fight Unable to focus
Late night on knees Scraping scarred brush burns A lethal move for ecstasy
Lying curled-up in the corner of the bathroom Hung over from the night before A wrong signal for an intertwined love affair Putting yourself in a disaster over a childish dare Eyes opening to smooth trail of blood on the floor Leading to the trash can next to the door
You wanted to be intimate...he wanted to fuck Skill of prostitution down the drain for one more dose
Indulge in the innocence of each other's addiction Sitting next to your mate doing drug time Vintage lust for a lost modern ageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
