mdmantpa
Bluelighter
Sorry, I know this shit is weak but I was bored again at night, thinking about using. I figured writing and remembering that Crack was horrible might help me out. Thanks for listening!8)
It's dark outside
But my eyes are open wide
I've been hooked on this powder
The voices in my head are getting louder
I can feel my soul dying
But these white lines send me flying
It used to get me high
But everything she promised me was a lie
She was the devil in disguise
I used to take her out to hang with the guys
Eventually she got me hooked
It got worse when I learned she could be cooked
Now I'm laying in the gutter
Shaking and starting to stutter
I just can't quit
It doesn't even matter that I hate this shit
I'm stuck sucking on this glass dick
Just looking in the mirror makes me sick
I'm paranoid and filled with fear
By now I've been stuck on this shit for over a year
I'm only 120 pounds
And I keep hearing all these sounds
I think they're out to get me
They're closing in and I'm surrounded
I woke up in a cell with my car impounded
Oh thank you Lord
I just couldn't quit
Being in jail has helped me out quite a bit
Finally able to sleep
Finally able to eat
Fuck going out like that
I tell myself I'm done with Crack
I pray I make it through the day
Without having to cook up some yay
They tell me "keep coming back"
That they can help me stay off that Crack
But I just don't know
I've been feeling so low
Maybe my girl can pick me back up
Wait, my thinking is fucked
I can't forget how much life sucked
It's dark outside
But my eyes are open wide
I've been hooked on this powder
The voices in my head are getting louder
I can feel my soul dying
But these white lines send me flying
It used to get me high
But everything she promised me was a lie
She was the devil in disguise
I used to take her out to hang with the guys
Eventually she got me hooked
It got worse when I learned she could be cooked
Now I'm laying in the gutter
Shaking and starting to stutter
I just can't quit
It doesn't even matter that I hate this shit
I'm stuck sucking on this glass dick
Just looking in the mirror makes me sick
I'm paranoid and filled with fear
By now I've been stuck on this shit for over a year
I'm only 120 pounds
And I keep hearing all these sounds
I think they're out to get me
They're closing in and I'm surrounded
I woke up in a cell with my car impounded
Oh thank you Lord
I just couldn't quit
Being in jail has helped me out quite a bit
Finally able to sleep
Finally able to eat
Fuck going out like that
I tell myself I'm done with Crack
I pray I make it through the day
Without having to cook up some yay
They tell me "keep coming back"
That they can help me stay off that Crack
But I just don't know
I've been feeling so low
Maybe my girl can pick me back up
Wait, my thinking is fucked
I can't forget how much life sucked
