Relapses
Wounds bleeding on my skin
When I pretend that I'm fine
Fuck This Life
These pain pills are like candy
I don't wanna be a black sambo like willy wonka
Visions fades and I can't move
Hands cold with cheap scissors left behind
So fucked up that you find it funny
pretend that we are about this shit
I cant fathom why you glee at these relapses
When the real addict cries with this
Incomplete Sentences
When I tell you that its ok
I've been fucked for a fucking while
I don't wanna lie and die
My distress is your entertainment
This illness is your cherry trend
Autor(es): Volonte Noir