the game of speed

Speed
  all he needs        all he wants
he cant walk away       not with out another
          HIT                   SNORT
   SHOOT               POP
                SPEED
you cant take it,see it,feel it
         not like he does
    DAY             DAY
             IN                 OUT  
this is the game of speed  to deep in to leave now
              SPEED = love
                      sorrow    passion
         hate         need              want
                     no dought
his heart says no but his body aches for a
little more each day there’s no emotions with the game of speed
                    going to fast to feel
      nothing will bring him down