Its cold its dark im all alone, with my legs giving out im trying to make it home, trying to crawl to make it there, with just a feeling i catch a stare, an older woman shaking her head with her lips moving i can guess what she said..i knew if i used i would use to die, but i still did it,i needed the high, and before the drugs i thought my life sucked, but now i know im really f**ked,cuz i fell agaian and i fell hard,i gave up every thing i let down my gaurd, now i feel so good..but i dont feel at all..but a little pain slips in i cry as i crawl, so i go to the side to do another fix, the life i wanted was never this,i feel to good to pull the needle out..i feel so good..like passing out..
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