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H.
Your fragile body is present; your mind is so lost,
You stick in the needle; no matter the cost.
Your bright eyes glossed over and dead like your soul,
That life that used to live inside of you sucked into a black hole.
Your thoughts like a tornado, your desire so clear
You’ve been chasing the dragon,
Death is no fear.
Lie and cheat and steal like the poor
Beg for a hit, a smash on the floor
You always pretend it will be just one more.
Who did you wrong, what are you trying to escape?
Your own self? Your insignificant mistakes?
H ain’t the answer; it ain’t the magic glue,
The only thing that can fix your mind is you.
Ignoring the signs of a fixed addiction,
You inject your sweet nothing on the floor in the kitchen.
Your head and heart just scream for more,
Please don’t give in, don’t die on the floor.
Your breathing slows and your pulse disappears,
The world is silent, the white light comes near.
People grow bitter, families fall apart,
A girl overdoses from a bruised broken heart.
Above you watch the world grow so cold,
You wish those poppies didn’t own your own soul.
You stick in the needle; no matter the cost.
Your bright eyes glossed over and dead like your soul,
That life that used to live inside of you sucked into a black hole.
Your thoughts like a tornado, your desire so clear
You’ve been chasing the dragon,
Death is no fear.
Lie and cheat and steal like the poor
Beg for a hit, a smash on the floor
You always pretend it will be just one more.
Who did you wrong, what are you trying to escape?
Your own self? Your insignificant mistakes?
H ain’t the answer; it ain’t the magic glue,
The only thing that can fix your mind is you.
Ignoring the signs of a fixed addiction,
You inject your sweet nothing on the floor in the kitchen.
Your head and heart just scream for more,
Please don’t give in, don’t die on the floor.
Your breathing slows and your pulse disappears,
The world is silent, the white light comes near.
People grow bitter, families fall apart,
A girl overdoses from a bruised broken heart.
Above you watch the world grow so cold,
You wish those poppies didn’t own your own soul.
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