"Clean your room!"  
Oh, Mum, I wish you knew that my room isn't the only thing I can't keep clean.

tingles start from the back of my head,
when i think about her sweet kiss,
all is good when i see red,
now im flying in pure bliss.
she lifts my feet off the ground,
and fills me with paradise,
its just me and her around,
shes my guiltiest sacrifice.
soon i feel like i will drown,
and my body is fatigued,
i can feel im about to come down,
her soft touch has me so intrigued.
she ****** my arm once again,
im begging for her love,
waits to know she hit a vein,
so i can fly above.
but now im up too high,
my chests about to burst,
please lord hear my cry,
ive finally done my worst.
ive been long forgotten,
not a memory of me in sight,
my body lays rotten,
i didnt even put up a fight.
that needle had me enslaved,
nothing else ever mattered,
she was all i craved,
but she left me feeling shattered.

One day, I'll be Habeeb of my sand.
I shall undoubtedly
be the sun on my seashore.
I, like my son,
will be Habeeb for it.
I'll feed my sand greenish.
It will be clean and free of dust.