“i
read the news today, oh boy”
we
never thought we would be caught
dancing to decrees
addiction
is the noose that’s brought
unto the hanging tree
we
wish we could be as we should
but wishes don’t come true
we
all will reap just what we sow
and always pay what’s due
another
breath that’s after death
i cannot say although
the
days are lost within the cost
that every addict knows
i’ve
outlived almost all my heroes
who wrote while they were high
we
roll the dice against advice
and watch each other die
i
say goodbye to you and i
as you have left our shores
you’ve
joined the list, you will be missed
as all your whispers roar
(take
time with a wounded hand cause it likes to heal)
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