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For Every Addicted Rockstar
I feel like death is knocking on my bruised and battered door 
 I want nothing to do with life any more
 I feel stripped naked and beaten halfway into hell 
 No one cares, it’s just as well 
 I feel like I’m in a jungle of eternal night
 The blackness is overtaking me, I have no strength left to fight 
 When I look at my reflection, a shadow is all I can see 
 This is all that heroin has ever done for me 
 With red blistered feet , I am walking on shattered glass 
 The sharp pieces that make up my painful past 
 Heroin hit me , abused me , tore me apart 
 It reached its black hand into my soul and then ripped out my heart 
 What more do I need , I have worldwide fame 
 But with Rock N Roll comes drugs , I feel like a pawn in some sick demented game
 I’m hanging by a brittle thread , I’m going to loose my mind 
 Please god , I’m a good person , gentle caring and kind 
 I’m on my knees begging you lord , tears streaming down my face 
 I want so much a clean and drug free space 
 I’m sick and tired of all the pain
 I hate I cry so much that it looks like rain
 Help me let go of the drugs that turned my life black 
 They took it all from me , I know it to be a fact
 Thank you so much god , for taking the pain away 
 I’m watching my demons and keeping them at bay 
 I might never recover , I might never fully heal
 But look how far I’ve come , know I don’t shoot up because I’m scared to death to feel
 I’ve patched up the wounds , and kicked out eternal night 
 Now I’m trying my best to make things alright 
 I’ll always have scars , but they’ve made me wise 
 Now I don’t see the world through glassy bloodshot eyes
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