help me on my way

just a line of k to help me on my way
droplets slither from my facial crevices
it helps me on my way, its a brighter day
figure this it was once just for my fun
this line of regretamine i love you
trickle from my nose, spit from burning eyes
at least i dont shoot up the golden brown
i feel so down without you there close by
fare thee well i must say, be good to myself
is it fair to say an addict needs time
a mourning shall follow, do you dare swallow
pride will fall, lust will shatter,love will die
but only you sir addict can learn to fly.