Black Cocaine carved up part2

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!


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