I wake up everyday, at roughly 2 or 3.
And right away I can say my body's over-run by greed.
It's insisting on a dosage, a bigger one in fact.
The power to ignore it is something that I lack.

And faster, and faster I think more about getting high.
I'm sure it will continue until the second that I die.
It's something I need and yes it's something I want.
But it's nothing I'm proud of and it's nothing I flaunt.

I go through each day ignoring this urge.
But I soon give in allowing a great feeling to emerge.
Again I realize why I started and why I continue.
It's a great feeling that heals all of my issues.

And faster, and faster I think more about getting high.
I'm sure it will continue until the second that I die.
It's something I need and yes it's something I want.
But it's nothing I'm proud of and it's nothing I flaunt.

I see the terrible road my life has turned onto
I wanna turn away but there's nothing I can do

And faster, and faster I think more about getting high.
I'm sure it will continue until the second that I die.
It's something I need and yes it's something I want.
But it's nothing I'm proud of and it's nothing I flaunt.

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