i told myself i'd stop, i'd be clean
because if i didn't stop now i'd never be free
(but i can't control myself because they control me)
i knew i'd end up having a heart attack
they'd find me dead on some dirty floor
but instead of laying off the crack
i just kept coming back for more and more
but that's just an addiction for ya
and in the end we're all addicts
(just our drug of choice isn't always the same
but hey--the pieces don't matter it's how you play the game)
i'm just addicted to different things than you
because you're addicted to money, love, and tv
i'm addicted to drugs, sex, and coffee
(but that worries you, and i don't want to worry you
so i'll just say i'm addicted to money, love, and tv, too)
i'm also addicted to this potent little thing
called suicide
(and this always leads to the question: why?)
i try, and i try, and i try to die
(i'm already dead inside!)
but people like you won't let me be
people like you don't want me free
so fuck you
and fuck him, fuck her, fuck me
(i'm already dead inside)
it's just time for my body to catch up
but, for the record, i do want to promise you
that i tried to stop, i tried to stop
i really did, i promise
i shook my head
trying to shake the feeling
the desire to be dead
but it's lodged in there and i can't get it out
it's a thorn in my head, with a promise of a rose
and for the record i also tried to come clean
get clean, stay clean, be clean
and i made it--i was clean
no more drugs or booze for me
the withdrawals were okay
(the sleeplessness, the nightmares, the sweats, the itches, the shakes)
because i'm already screwed up (with screws loose)
that that stuff was already a part of a normal day
because guess what: i'm crazy
(it's the truth, don't try to hide it or soften it
i want it like it is, cold and hard and real
because people like you take for granted what's real)
i finally broke free of cocaine
i even saw my old dealer on the street
but he had forgotten my name
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Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...