Don't tell me to
stop.
I'm running on the fast lane
side of life.
Burning tobacco, draining my
feelings
in alchohol.
Don't judge me
because you don'ot know me.
I'm buying these cigarettes
because I know it's a slow painful death.
I know these things kill me,
I chose this life for myself.
Don't ask me why,
because I couldn't explain it.
Maybe the drugs are catching up,
but i'm bringing the edge to my lips and i'm inhaling
and I don't care.
Life is a replay,
this time i'll follow through.
You think I'm addicted to the feeling,
I'm addicted to the pain.
You think i'm someone gone wrong,
I'll break the record and slam off the rails.
No one understands the feeling of drugs on your body,
bad and hot and you know it's wrong.
But they numb you and I might not care
but I don't think the trigger would pull
unless I could block out the thoughts.
