Shackles of addiction Were broken that day Since then I feel new everyday It feels good To not be a slave To my addiction That kept me at bay
Thru my eyes I have a knew perspective Fuck I have new vision I find love in the strangest things My heart skips a beat when I see glitter Other times I want to grab my crayons And start coloring Then ill see a smile and feel warm and fuzzy. Then ill lose time and space while gazing across a room.....damn. The things I look forward to seeing. Are the same things...
Well I ain't getting laid unless I crawl up a chickens ass and wait.... Been to long. And right now I guess I need that absence in my life So I'm not making bad choices And falling for stupid antics So I don't plan on having a valentine Or a valentine slave (we all know she wouldn't have showed up unless her master told her)for that matter. So on that note. Thier target is me. Sorry I don't wanna do your master. And u didn't just happen to run into me that night. I read all about it that night. That's why this time it's being written here.
Glanced at his tattoo In that moment he was mine Brief Memories fade But I'm familiar with every mark on this beast A distant voice in my head Telling me.... Somewhere between time and space... He took me there. At one time this beast was mine