On my right arm you drew your lines to where I wanted to go and like spiderman i was swinging to and fro. From building to building you were there and I remained unaware untill I saw you for what you are. Now I want not. I don't want you tied to my arm anymore because it is killing me.
From the first time we met, you made feel like the kind of man who could take on the world. Now your slowly draining my sanity away because my addiction to you is rather uncomfortable and unappealing to my heavenly father and mother.
I want you out of my life.
No longer do I wish to smell the columbian piss and shit of kerosene in my nostrils. I once thought I was done with you but somehow you entered my life again and I am confused as to how you got with me again, because I don't remember.
My heart aches with real physical pain that shoots up my arm every night, and I wonder if this night will be my last one for sure. Yet again and again I am given another chance with every moment I am to still draw another breath. To see the morning sun shine through my broken windows in the wintertime fills my stomach with fire to try harder, but sometimes it feels as though my hardest is not enough, because there you be wherever I go taunting me for another bump...