| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | ||||||||||
| PAINKILLER We've got pain and we've got pills we have everything we need to live our blessed lives I can't cry out loud they might hear me I just dry my face clear my throat and try to forget Was that me or was it someone else? I'm too drugged up to know anymore so numb I don't even care any longer The pills saved my life my blessed life but left a bitter taste in my mouth |
DRUG ME Can I tell you how I feel? Make my pain seem real let you understand my desperate needs Drug me, please so I don't even know where I am or where I've been I can't live without you but I can never have you you give me nothing and I give you nothing in return we're fucked Drug me, please before the world becomes real and the pain hits again Just drug me, please so I can forget all this forget you |
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| DISTANCE For every man without voice there's a choir singing somewhere For every word spoken there's a thousand words I never said For every life live true there's a hundred lost souls And every path before me seems to lead the same way All the choices I make takes me away from you |
SUGAR Sometimes I just need to lie down lie down on my bed and hate the world The sun shines shines on crying babies in the park shines on red roses in her garden Sometimes I just need to hope hope that the sun will never shine never shine on me again The terpentine tastes like wine her blood tastes like sugar sweet and wanting more candy apple, half-eaten intestines all that's good inside Sometimes I just need to believe to believe that I could die tonight She sighs and rolls her eyes at me impatiently I'm half at sleep when she leaves not really there Sometimes I just want want to not be alone, to be loved sometimes I don't know what I want sometimes I just need you |
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