Bring me back to the days,
When I could pop a pill,
And feel alright.

Bring me back to the,
Good ol' days when,
****** was real.

Bring me back that rush,
That feeling that God,
Had laid his hands on me.

Bring me back to times,
When I could hide behind,
A needle and a few bags.

Though life is far better,
I miss it like a drunk,
Misses his seat at the bar.

It's funny how,
At the greatest point in my life,
I wish for the taste of,
Gunpowder, steel and my blood on my lips.

It's funny how the taste of,
******,
Reminds me of,
You.

Eight years without you,
Bed so cold without you here,
Please come back to me.

I don't know why I,
Even think to try,
And find someone new,
When my heart just,
Keeps coming back to you.

I know now,
That it is finally time,
To move on.

May I lay my life to fate,
For golden curls on a girl,
Named Kate.

Accidents happen,
Injuries arise,
May I staunch your wound,
As I stare into your eyes?

How did this happen,
Punishment gone awry.
Mayhaps my luck,
May have risen high.

How do I approach this,
To try and gain,
Your heart and your smile,
While I stave off my pain.

Perhaps she'll enfold me,
And I'll find my way,
Into her heart,
Where I may just stay.