Opiate dopiate Phd. MD.Mature

I used to use excuses so i could soar with the eagles...

now I'm looking for a landing field...

feels like I'm going a million miles a minute...

even though I'm standing still...

Still got issues from my past to deal with...

robbed a gas station for eighty bucks cash... real slick...

guess I was hoping for some opiates...

ended up in jail...

they gave me a blanket, I made a rope with it...

Got cut down, and grew pale...

Told them I was worthless and I couldn't cope with it...

sent me to get treatment at a place called Westdale...

I heard them say "He's on drugs, but theres still hope for him"

Thought I would lose my mind but it ended up opening...

That was 6 months ago and I feel like I've lost focus...

back to work but I've lost motive...

so life is a joke, I just joke with it...

If you put some coke under my nose I would probably go for it...

an addicts brain is more than sick...

horribly sick...

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUdge

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