In death I'll find release,
after life finally peace.
Pursued in life by constant strife
I took vows with misery now she's my wife.
We walk through this world hand and hand,
a miserable bitch and a broken man.
They delt is our cards,
and we played our hands.
Unfortunate is the life of a junkie,
to him the needle is more precious,
than love or money.
For nothing else will I care
as long as my precious needle is there
©brokenman
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