As I sit and stair out my window thinking of a better time
Slowly following with my eyes as I intake the white line
What troubles will tomorrow bring and what does this all mean?
I lit my cigarette and contemplate this never-ending riddle
Staring threw the rising smoke and feeling oh so little
Surrounded by troubles on all sides the pressure building slow
And I have no place to run to; I have no place to go
I seek refuge in my mind and the drugs they calm my heart
When did it go so wrong when did this shit start
I look down at my pale skin, its translucent I can see through
What I see puzzles me and sends me to a wonderful place
A land of hope and mystery where everyone has a chance
Love resides and people sing and people dance
A place to call home a place to call my own
Id live there in happiness for all eternity
But a trickle of blood brings me back to reality
This concrete jungle I call home this ghetto I reside
Where drugs and alcohol run my life and pain lives inside
I’m a prisoner in my body and my soul sleeps at night
I try to look threw the haze and see what’s happened to me
But it can’t be done all I see is the darkness and the tears
The tears of hope and the tears of stress
There’s nothing left of my life, I need a break, some time to rest
Clutter and confusion and puzzlement and pain
It comes and goes but in the end it’s all the same
And all that will clear it is the drugs that keep me sane
I know what must be done to stop this crying in my brain
I look out the window inhale a finale breath
Look down at the white line and take up the rest
Lay my head back and exhale the sorrow
Maybe things will be better tomorrow




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