Oh where do they go;
those rails that i blow
each night......
Those lines of off-creme and white
they turn me into the tune of love
and it always fades and exposes the sharade of love....
Sniff sniff your cares away
Sniff sniff all night and day
Sniff off the table those little white things
Those rails that i love take me above with you....
I hate life, did an 8ball this morning, yesterday, day before, day before that, day before that, day before that...
This isnt a joke either, I've officially became a man ho who fucks for coke and dilaudid

i never thought i'd end up like this....... Least i make 200$ an hour