I think I'm in love with the druggies
I love the ones that just don't have the capacity to love me
Everytime I'm with him
he's on his own high
On his own time
Smoking seven blunts a day just to get by
Poppin' pills, a handful is light
Searching for a way to leave this life
Inhaling the white, left and right
Needing a way to say goodbye
I look into his eyes and I see a storm
I'm trying to save him
But I've set off the alarms
He's on the run for more cheap drugs
How could he have known the dealer had a gun
He says goodbye and gets his wish
As he ascends into the clouds,
it's the highest he's ever been.

Zillions of tweaking bums
Sitting here and there some are rambling non stop
Others are rolling  the glass ****
Or WITH a rig in their,arm

Sometimes you see a few tweakers
Staring at the the pipe begging
With crocodile tears these we all know as fiends
Drama fills the little shack
Stolen electronics array and ***** needles in every trash can.. as well is outside  on  the ground
Sad and pitiful