life of a dope feen

Let me paint you a picture of the reality Of living life As a dope fiend That 20 is never going to be enough You’ll call the dealer again Inhale the smoke that soothes your Soul And takes your mind to places unknown You used to smoke for the fun of it But deep down its cuz you wanted to mask some shit Hide away all the bruises that you know are there Even tho they have faded away It started out so simple didn’t it Now your in the bathroom floor with some foil a spoon and a needle You were the prom queen they said But now you just wish the life you had Would have never happened And that the fairy tale it was supposed to be Was everything you turned out to be You are In denial of the truth And that’s why you have arms with track scars as proof Itching scratching away at the nothing that is your oblivious imagination Addiction is like hell but we on earth talking and breathing Battling that demon You cant blame anyone for this shit but yourself You had it all at one point in time But now your just sick all the time The dope is so good you will do anything for it So you spread your legs for $20 or $30 dollars You got him off and all you got was a hit And that’s not gonna last long So you jumpin in and out of cars All night long You are chasing the dragon but the dragon isn’t there And it just isn’t fair how you fucked your life up And made the choice to go from a QUEEN to a junkie I mean a fiend or whatever you wanna call it however you wanna be seen The love you never had as a kid you swear you’ll find it in  A foil wit fent in it But there is no love in that shit Just arrests, court dates, sickness and regret It’s a point you know when the high aint high enough And it doesn’t numb your pan away So you shoot up some more and then your body drops