Song time...
Just feel like posting my songs.
Wrote this about a friend who passed away 2 years ago.
(What I believe was his perspective.)
Next time you see me it may be the last,
pick myself up off the concrete, shake it all off fast,
What? Nothing is wrong, get out of my face,
Speed is the solution, speed will win the race.
Get out of my way I'm too fast for you,
so what my nose is bleeding, there's nothing you can do,
you can't stop what I inject, or stop what I inhale,
throw me in a mental ward, throw me in a jail.
My head is spinning, my feet aren't on the floor,
I try to leave, get out of the way, I stumble to the door,
I'm dizzy and I fall down, and laugh it all off quick,
where's my car, who are you, is this some kind of trick?
Lying in the bathroom, blood all on the floor,
throwing up god knows what, it pains me to my core,
shaking as I stumble, tripping as I fall,
the only thing to hold me up is a somewhat sturdy wall
but even the walls are caving in, this paranoia kills,
were drugs really all that fun, were they just for thrills?
Shaking on cold concrete, staring at the sky,
wondering to myself, god, am i really going to die?
What about my family, what will they go through?
"My son, he's dead? There's no way, how can this be true?"
Tears they start to stream and gather, dark starts to set in,
All that can be heard is the echoing of sin.
People flock and people stare, at this site to be untold,
"Who is this man, what happened to him, he was only how old?"
There's nothing more to say now, there's nothing more to do,
there's no more second chance for me, and there will be none for you.
Yeah sad huh?
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