Count them all out...
one, two, three,
I have no damn doubt
That this won't finish me...
But then i ask myself why?
Why am i holding these pills?
Are things so bad that i must die?
Or that i just need to feel the thrills...
I have some lines on my table,
One after the other...
Welcome to My Little Fable
This makes everyone love one another!
But why would i want that up my nose?
Why would i want this effecting my brain?
After one line goes...
I start to go insane...
A dime-bag in taped under my shelf
Hemp paper in the top drawer...
Life is horrible as you can tell
When I'm done, i will come back for more...
But why do i want to smoke weed?
Why do i want to destroy my mind?
This isn't something I NEED
What i need is to leave this behind...
Broken pieces of glass
Sit inside my hiding spot...
Because when it feels i can't last,
Making pain is all that I've got!
One cut across innocent skin,
Just one drop of blood...
Releases so much within
And it pours out like a flood...
But why do i need to feel pain?
Why do i have to do this?
Is it too much to maintain?
Because being stress-free is something i miss...
Why do we become one
With these death-defying addictions...
Sooner or later from this, we will all be done
And that's just one of my many predictions
Another one is that: life goes on
We're supposed to get through this hell!
So when you feel that you can't get along,
Remember, that soon enough, things will start going well...
