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habitual offender

Ex-Bluelighter
Joined
Jan 24, 2003
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Location
at the moment somewhere cold
5:23 am
Can you lend me twenty
I'm running low on money
Starting to feel that sick
No time to hit a lick
Something to help make it through the day
I promise tommorow I will repay
As for now I'm in a hurry
This pains coming on with a fury
Pretty soon I'm gonna paniC
After that my thoughts are maniC
Can you help me just to get by
Would it help if I told a lie
I dont think you understand
This is life living on demand
Untitled...blah
My words are meaningless
They only confuse
My actions are pointless
They only abuse
This self-destruction
Never seems to end
Just yesterday
We raised our glass as friends
Now I'm back out on the street
Looking for the answers
That make me feel complete
I can't find what I'm looking for
Time and again
Waiting for the score
I didn't want to be the one
To let you down again
Now you're heart is breaking
And there's nothing thats going to mend
After all this time
Things they fell apart
Guess it's time to be moving on
Got to make a new start
After all this time
People they do change
Guess it's time to be moving on
Our lives have been rearranged
 
Not Tired of the Dopegame
I'm tired of...
lockdowns
and lost towns
I'm tired of...
dirty rigs
and one last cig
I'm tired of...
self-help meetings
and self-served beatings
I'm tired of...
blood stained sheets
and facing defeat
I'm tired of...
burnt spoons
and full moons
I'm tired of...
desperate phone calls
and tearing down the walls
I'm tired of...
telling lies
and living in disguise
I'm tired of...
always running
just to feel that numbing
I'm tired of...
feeling incomplete
and melting in the heat
I'm tired of...
barbed wire
and feeding the fire
I'm tired of...
all night binges
and rusty hinges
I'm tired of...
drawing the blood
just to feel that flood
I'm tired of...
always stealing
and scars not healing
I'm tired of...
losing friends
and making amends
I'm tired of...
not knowing the truth
and being burdened by proof
I'm tired of...
this strife
and what its done to my life
[ 28 January 2003: Message edited by: habitual offender ]
 
liquid-bliss...3cc
One look and I was hooked
One taste to lay this pain to waste
One word that was never heard
One emotion controlled by the golden potion
Farewell to the moonbeams,
Goodbye to my daydreams,
Got to leave it all behind
Always with me in my mind
Reality is a hard concept to grasp
Especially when this pain still lasts
Try to shake it off, pretend it isnt real
I couldn't tell you how I feel
So much confusion when your in so deep
No turning point to offer relief
I cant go on feeling like this
but somehow I dont think I can resist
 
Houston Street and Avenue A
I'm dedicated...
and been recreated
I've been manipulated...
and then been vindicated
I've searched far and near...
always finding that same ol' fear
Ive been rehabilitated...
and over sedated
this pain never seens to fade
suffering the choices I've made
I've been convicted...
as most predicted
It's so hard to prove them wrong
with a needle stuck in my arm
 
C:// opiate~corrupt~dirty cottons~Empty foils~
I think my files have been corrupted
and my body has surely been abducted
my mind it went on vacation
and my soul is searching for a filling station
to much has happened way to fast
so much information I can not graasp
I need to take it down a speed
I feel like some undiscovered breed
I cant comprehend all your words
they come accross as being absurd
I dont follow every notion
I cant swallow this magical potion
then sometimes its all to repetitive
like I'm swimming on some heavy sedative
thoughts they lingerand words they drag
I'm to tired to wave my flag
So I keep going with out surrender
living life as a great pretender
 
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