It never too late to start all over again
To love the people you caused the pain
I said it was this morning when you saw yer good friend
She only has a dollar left, until next Monday
Because she spent all on something to comfort her mind
We know you pop a lot of pills
But I've never touch anything that my spirit could kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking around here
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care if you live or if you die
You know the dealer; dealer is a man with enough pills on his hand
The pusher is a monster and god is an actual man
The dealer is saleing you a lot of sweet dreams
It's never too late to start all over again
To remember what loving the people you caused pain too
Never too late to push the pusher man aside to start over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem