Losing myself ain't an option.
Although, every night I ponder high nights.
But a feeling like that is addicting.
I know I'll become addicted.
Fifty dollas in my pocket could help me get it.
$o I'm afraid to get it.
At war with this urge and myself.
I could OD off these thoughts.
Drugz won't help.
But they could make it stop.
Just for one night.
I promise.
And I don't keep promises.
