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.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
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.
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