I need it, But I don't, Do I?
Where's it at?
Where's it at?
Give me what I need
I'm like an
animal that's caged
I just got to feed
Steady countin sheep
I can't sleep
My mind's racing
I need a fix
Divine mix
Too slow times wasting
Beads drip down my body
I need to have a shower
Not until after a hit
Gotta be quick
It's been about a hour
My screams
Cut the night
And it's broad day
This stuffs vital
To my survival
Despite what the Lord say
I tried
A group once
It didn't work out well
I felt better
Being disheveled
And living a life of hell
No choices left
It's downhill
Caught in a trap of affliction
No hope, no will,
Cause I'm still
Trapped in my addiction
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