I´m in love with a boy
Whose light in his eyes has dimmed
Who has scars filling his arms
From the needles he had pricked
Whose veins and mind has crystallized
From the Crank that he injected
His lungs filled with smoke
From the happiness he rejected
I´m in love with a boy who´s addicted to ****.
Is it him or me that´s not quite right in the head