blues

I seem little, safe and harmless.
Doctors don’t prescribe meth, crack, or coke.
Or saying who gives a fuck, being reckless.
I’m betting all the facts are really just jokes.

It starts out somewhat well,
No bad things likes cops, and robberies.
Only from my pocket could you even tell,
And overall, got some pretty good memories.

Now the pills becoming number one
They not just for fun, they help me deal
My family though is starting to shun
But the pills come first, they help me not to feel

It all dropped so fast,
All my moneys gone, straight up in dope,
Im the worst of the worst of societies outcasts
Im loosing my dreams, and burning my hope,

I can’t hold a job,
I can’t save a penny to my name,
My bestfriend id rob
I didn’t know this was part of the game

I lost all my family,
All my friends would sell me for a hit
But the worsts thing I lost of all was me
Now I really don’t have shit

I hate those pills,
For seeming so damn good, so damn right,
But then leaving me with naked chills,
And turning everyday into a fight

Making me a deficient stranger,
Every one who loved me I destroyed,
All my silents tears and passionate murmurs
Until on the inside I was truly empty, and void

My drug was my life,
My best friend, and greatest lover,
My husband or wife,
And all the while my brother.

I didn’t listen, it wouldn’t happen to me
I thought I was special, I was so wrong,
And it took me to live it to actually see,
And now Ive wasted so god damn long.

And picking up the pieces is hard as hell,
And i cant believe just how far or hard i fell