drug_wench
Bluelight Crew
*misties are a NZ term for morphine sulphate pills, 'P' is a NZ term for methamphetamine
I don't understand why I wanted the Devil
To slide his fine claw into my vein
But without now I feel so nauseous
I sweat like a pig and my bones are in pain
I played with fire - I've done this before
One taste was fine, I thought, now I was 'clean'
But here I lie, writhing, if I miss a dose
All cos I thought I could play with morphine
I needed that hit - I was sure that I did
I was coming down badly from amphetamines
I was sick as a dog and I needed to sleep
Just one little misty? It couldn't hurt me!
But suddenly I had remembered that warmth
The relief of being tranquil and able to sleep
Now, I thought slyly, I'll keep smoking 'P'
And when I come down one of these will be sweet
But one led to two and two led to three
And three was worming it's way up to four
I lied to my loved ones - I said I was fine
But really I felt that I just needed more
My family thought I was just smoking 'P'
Even my drug counsellor couldn't help me
Cos I lied to them all - that's the creature I am
When I'm being the me I don't like - the junkie
Next thing you know I was back on the 'H'
I really was sliding my way back downhill
That stuff is strong and highly addictive
And we all know it's not made in a pill
I had to stop shooting up - had to stop NOW
Before the shit left my poor mother alone
All she has is her sick junkie daughter
That's why I had to go back to the 'done
A low dose for me at first - that's how it felt
But they soon put it up and I'm not on my own
I'm going back to medical detox again
I'm going on bupe to get off methadone
Methamphetamine use stops there too
I'm going to rehab - I want to get free
It's taken me ages to get to this stage
But I finally accept I'm an addict - that's me
Until then if I miss a dose I'm all flushed
I'm yawning, my nose runs, I'm all shivery
I'm dependent on opiates - that's my own fault
I chose to again be a sad, sick junkie
But this time I turn to my new Higher Power
He knows there's a fight between meth, skag and me
And He knows with His help I can one day get clean
He even loves junkies - He'll help set me free
My Higher Power gives me the strength to go on
I call him 'God' and we chat when I pray
'Junkie,' He says 'I was waiting for you
To finally come and surrender one day'
'God,' I reply 'to you I surrender -
Please give me help and please give me love'
Once you surrender to your Higher Power
I tell you one thing - you sure don't need drugs!
I don't understand why I wanted the Devil
To slide his fine claw into my vein
But without now I feel so nauseous
I sweat like a pig and my bones are in pain
I played with fire - I've done this before
One taste was fine, I thought, now I was 'clean'
But here I lie, writhing, if I miss a dose
All cos I thought I could play with morphine
I needed that hit - I was sure that I did
I was coming down badly from amphetamines
I was sick as a dog and I needed to sleep
Just one little misty? It couldn't hurt me!
But suddenly I had remembered that warmth
The relief of being tranquil and able to sleep
Now, I thought slyly, I'll keep smoking 'P'
And when I come down one of these will be sweet
But one led to two and two led to three
And three was worming it's way up to four
I lied to my loved ones - I said I was fine
But really I felt that I just needed more
My family thought I was just smoking 'P'
Even my drug counsellor couldn't help me
Cos I lied to them all - that's the creature I am
When I'm being the me I don't like - the junkie
Next thing you know I was back on the 'H'
I really was sliding my way back downhill
That stuff is strong and highly addictive
And we all know it's not made in a pill
I had to stop shooting up - had to stop NOW
Before the shit left my poor mother alone
All she has is her sick junkie daughter
That's why I had to go back to the 'done
A low dose for me at first - that's how it felt
But they soon put it up and I'm not on my own
I'm going back to medical detox again
I'm going on bupe to get off methadone
Methamphetamine use stops there too
I'm going to rehab - I want to get free
It's taken me ages to get to this stage
But I finally accept I'm an addict - that's me
Until then if I miss a dose I'm all flushed
I'm yawning, my nose runs, I'm all shivery
I'm dependent on opiates - that's my own fault
I chose to again be a sad, sick junkie
But this time I turn to my new Higher Power
He knows there's a fight between meth, skag and me
And He knows with His help I can one day get clean
He even loves junkies - He'll help set me free
My Higher Power gives me the strength to go on
I call him 'God' and we chat when I pray
'Junkie,' He says 'I was waiting for you
To finally come and surrender one day'
'God,' I reply 'to you I surrender -
Please give me help and please give me love'
Once you surrender to your Higher Power
I tell you one thing - you sure don't need drugs!
