It used to be I could take you as a choice
in me, out of me, easy come, easy go,
priceless pounds of toxic.
Sitting on the bathroom floor
injecting my veins with death,
giving my sub-conscience life.
Breathing in....aaahhh. Perfection.
I shake with passion. Love the fear
the fear of my addiction growing..., Growing.
I clench my fist, bulging pain sticks out
This is no longer a choice. But compulsory task.
The poision is surely killing me,
i know I'm dying.
I knew such a drug as urself would cause harm,
But yet my heart overcome by mind.
my heart needs to live,
my heart needs you.
I need this cure, even though its killing me
