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Addicted to The High
Slap my face
Call me "disgrace"
Shake me alive
Bring me back to today
Hide my needles and my bottles
Hide my keys, break my throttle
Lock me inside until I'm clean
You do it outta love, not just to be mean
Foaming at the mouth
Call the operator
Scream to the mounts
Grab the respirator
Bring me back
Cry tears of anger
My empty eyes,
I am a stranger
She fights so hard
To keep me here
Watch my eyes dull
With every new beer
"Died in his sleep"
Cause of death
Drug OD
Needle in the chest
Addicted to the high
Afraid of the lows
Escaping from time
Hell's fire bellows
You can ride the dream until it runs out
But every new hit gets closer to snuffing the light out.
12/8/2017
Call me "disgrace"
Shake me alive
Bring me back to today
Hide my needles and my bottles
Hide my keys, break my throttle
Lock me inside until I'm clean
You do it outta love, not just to be mean
Foaming at the mouth
Call the operator
Scream to the mounts
Grab the respirator
Bring me back
Cry tears of anger
My empty eyes,
I am a stranger
She fights so hard
To keep me here
Watch my eyes dull
With every new beer
"Died in his sleep"
Cause of death
Drug OD
Needle in the chest
Addicted to the high
Afraid of the lows
Escaping from time
Hell's fire bellows
You can ride the dream until it runs out
But every new hit gets closer to snuffing the light out.
12/8/2017
Published 22nd Aug 2017
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Anonymous
22nd Aug 2017 5:35pm
great write. very brutal. as brutal as truth sometimes is. hits hard. conveys what you wanted it to, I think.
23rd Aug 2017 1:35am
I never have done drugs, but I have had almost lost friends to ODs. I wanted to convey this feeling of abandonment that someone feels when experiencing drugs and their risks.
