I hope not once you doubted how much I love you,
I hope u know that there is nothing for you I won’t do.
Sometimes the truth is more complicated than any lie you’ll ever find
and not often does logic make a woman emotionally blind?
It must’ve been very hectically in your face,
the love of your life, the heroin-junkie, the big disgrace.
The stigma attached is much stronger than the dreaded ‘addict’ before your
name,
but for fuck’s sake why does everyone have to use it cause not everyone is the
same…
Do you really think I’m gonna die a statistic, fuck that shit,
I’m gonna pick this up, every single last bit.
The harder I get punched to the ground,
the greater does the challenge of getting up sound.
No one tells me that I’m not capable of stopping this shit;
they can go and fuck them self with a huge elephant dick and that is it.
The faster and harder you kick me to the ground,
every time it will be faster and harder – the me getting up sound…
Like a rocket struggling just to get in the air,
but once I’m up and going the people who know me are usually in for a huge
fucking scare
cause ambition and inspiration fucking oozes out of me,
and any motherfucker that knows me can this part see.
Yet when my mind starts to have its annual wake,
then dumb cunt me: a hit I’ll take.
All that effort and hard work straight to the fucking floor,
and then the shit, debt, hate, pain and suffering just gets more…
You’ve changed me forever angel