want to stop,
know it's wrong,
know this is a one-way ticket
to a bad place,
an empty hole.
just one more,
just a bit,
it won't hurt if it's only so much,
i can master it,
take control.
one little bit turns,
now it's more,
another shovelful of dirt covers
the silver-laquered coffin
in a grave dug in soil that
should have been for someone old
and now homes someone young.
and everyone stares and says its a shame,
but one guy down the street just started
something,
knowing he's in control, too,
just a little won't hurt...
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
want to stop,
know it's wrong,
know this is a one-way ticket
to a bad place,
an empty hole.
just one more,
just a bit,
it won't hurt if it's only so much,
i can master it,
take control.
one little bit turns,
now it's more,
another shovelful of dirt covers
the silver-laquered coffin
in a grave dug in soil that
should have been for someone old
and now homes someone young.
and everyone stares and says its a shame,
but one guy down the street just started
something,
knowing he's in control, too,
just a little won't hurt...
we're addicted to much in this country....when will be addicted to loving and taking care of each other?
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