I fight until the moment guess I`m almost dead
I pull the pill into my head
I feel so good – I feel so bad
My doctor told me that I`m almost sad
I told the doctor that it`s hard –
To feel the fist instead of heart
Another trickle of the draught
Another chance to save my soul
Another medicine stolen craft
But does it play a role, yes does it play a role?
Instead of all the treatment consequent
I am my beloved. How long?
I am my beloved. How long?
But don`t you mind if I die?
I`m so tired of being so high!
And please, don`t wash the window
I really don`t want to know
What`s there – outside………..
So as you see me – insipid and lost
Pills-addict, the liar, belted, the worst!!
But don`t you mind if I die?
I`m so tired of being so high!
Black Cocaine carved up part2
© Copyright: Наталия Сайконен, 2008
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