Did every drug in the book to push their demons back...
And I wonder sometimes if I missed anything
By pushing the cocaine away, or the crack, or misery...
How could I ever substitute my heroin
For something lower dose and less impressive still?
How could I replace my heightened sensitivity
With something cheap and useless and nowhere near as pretty?
I have friends on every ledge in this forsaken city
Looking at their deaths and screaming for forgiveness...
But look at me and where I'm still sitting...
Track marks on my skin from where you bit me,
Black lines through my soul from where you killed me...
And you are my heroin, my drug of choice,
Because breaking from you was my darkest curse.
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