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Lyrics about drug addiction |
At sixteen, I had it all, family, friends and life They called me a gifted athlete, said my star burned bright I had an easy smile the girls just couldn’t resist They never saw all the cards clutched inside my fist They only saw the outside…never looked past the door Or they would have seen the rest of me…spread out on the floor At eighteen, I made my choice…I set the demons free I traded in my parent’s dreams…for a chance to be me It was a fast ride I chose, full of screams and laughter It still wasn’t enough…I begged to go faster! I stopped doing circles and graduated to lines It took me straight to prison where I nearly lost my mind I was dying to try to be reborn I was both lightning and thunder All wrapped up in one fatal storm Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds I never got lost because I was never found Jail didn’t cure my hungers or stop the pain It just stoked the fires and fanned the flame I ran straight toward hell looking for my prize I lived my life on life’s terms never asking why I cashed in my future…paid a lofty price Exchanged it all for something even the devil would despise I took my place on Flint Street when I was twenty-nine A halfway house for addicts who’ve lost their place in line It’s hard as steel…it’s a human mill The last stop for the Ferris Wheel I had dreams once to…dreams I killed Oh, how I long for the days on a ball field I was dying to try to be reborn I was both lightning and thunder All wrapped up in one fatal storm Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds I never got lost because I was never found You have to be sharp with a razors edge It’s fractured here…this life on the ledge It’s a lonely place for trampled hearts A sea of glass eyes that have lost their spark No need to cry over milk you spilled Just lick the blood from the battlefield You can stand in line to drink your soup Exchange your needles…join a group Find a bed…say your prayers Don’t complain…nobody cares It has it’s price…the handouts aren’t free They take the last of a man, your pride…they took me I was dying to try to be reborn I was both lightning and thunder All wrapped up in one fatal storm Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds I never got lost because I was never found At thirty eight I went back home Nowhere left for my soul to roam The tracks on my arms pointed to the truth They led me back to the red clay dirt of my youth Now it doesn’t stain my knees as I slide into base Instead it’s thrown by a shovel into my face I loved once hard and strong I lost once…I couldn’t hold on I gave up on life without a try I lost my heart on one goodbye I lost my looks, I lost my youth I traded death for a taste of truth I was dying to try to be reborn I was both lightning and thunder All wrapped up in one fatal storm Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds I never got lost because I was never found |