Rising Morning Star
The pain comes up and here we go, it's time for another over dose don't think I'm an addict yet, though my friends say I'm getting close. Open the bottle and pop the pill, will it make me feel better?
Maybe it will, now all my thoughts hook together like links in a chain mixing each and every thought and slurring my brain. Over and over with tears way too close, it's time yet again, for my daily over dose.
With pain too hard to bare I embrace the numbness and being up in the air, it all