As I lie in this bed
listening to the baddered sounds in my head
I wonder what it would mean
if i just got up to leave
I never had the streangth to leave this dirty place
I didn't realized all the blood draning from my veins
I should have see what was to come
I could have stopped all this non-sense from the very first starting shot
I wanted to see for my self
I hung on to your scent like a crack bitch on her last rock
its so sad to say
that your my brand of Heroine
Now as i stumble out on to this creaky floor
I can see your blood shot eyes
your senses perk as your smell fear
my senses dull as a reaction to you
Who would want to be
on high alert
when Escapes is a mere dream?
Not me.....

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