You've sold your soul
To the earth or so I'm told
That's pretty bold
For someone 18 years old

Rise and fall
Your sprint has since slowed to a crawl
You've got some gall
To hand me off like old dolls

You're ****** kid
You're so ****** kid
You're so ******* ****** kid

"Please don't"
You cry as the blood spills
That knife in your throat
Feels worse than the pills

The ones you took
For all those years
Will never suppress
The flow of tears

"Don't cry"
His whisper blocks the light
Senses weakening
But the words still bite

Sight a blur
But you can still see his face
Stained in your memory
Death turns to a race

His smile widens
With your last gasp
He leans in close with a
"You're not the last."

Have you ever wondered why
We consume like we do
Have you ever wondered why
We always want something new

Do we really need to buy
Or is it just for show
Does it bring us happiness
Does it help us grow

I wonder what it is
That gives us this obsession
Maybe we feel successful
With a life full of possession

But what if we are wrong
And we really should be giving
What if that's the happiness
In a life that's worth living

There was once a girl,
who decided to lay her heart in front of her,
and let someone hold it for her.
And he held it, kept it warm, beating.
Her rosy cheeks were a testament to the warmth he extracted.
The sun could not compare to the warm feeling in her stomach.
Because,
there was somebody to hold her heavy heart for her.
One day,
he decided he couldn't hold her beautiful heart any longer.
He dropped it,
watched it roll away,
and didn't bother to stay to make sure she found it.
The beautiful girl with the dark hair,
rosy cheeks,
and adorable giggle,
was now a hollow shell.
I remember the first time I heard her giggle.
I realized her shell has amazing acoustics,
because I could hear everything she was thinking:
"Please don't hurt me too."
But you don't have to worry about me.
When I find your heart, I'll make sure to hold it for you.
Until you can hold it yourself.

I'm no stranger to drugs.

I look young,
but I can't say the same for my lungs.
My eyes have seen some ****,
oh but they are always up for another hit.
Pupils are used to the dilation,
that comes with the apparitions.
And my nostrils are hallways,
always ready to lead me to a bright, jumpy day.

But there is no way of purchasing the greatest feeling, no type of currency.
There is no drug, no alcohol that compares to love and its potency.
Oh my, I wish I could tell you where to find it.
Hook you up with a dealer that can sell you a hit.
I would sell my soul to get a dime bag of that pure, untouched substance.
Put it directly in my veins, let it travel to my heart, feel the sustenance.

The truth is, I just want to feel alive.
I want to feel like pure ecstasy, all the time, every moment of my life.
I've lost that feeling given to us by the gods,
and will do anything to find it, against all odds.
Oh darling, oh dear give me what little you have left.
This life is cruel, and my addiction even more so, please come death.
Death, put a rest to my thirst.
But give me a taste first.

I'm no stranger to drugs.
But babygirl, I'm fienin' for your love.