You sit around cooking with your spoon
and you know the taste of death too soon.
You know the rush of your soul leaving the husk
and you know every day has it's dusk.
So you run for the sun and fuck the world
and pay no heed to all the girls.
You pass your time away in Junkie Limbo
and not even worried about your sexual libido.
Well not like you could get it up
with your spoon and spit cup.
Your lack of motivation and mood swings.
While from inside insanity openly sings
an opera of love and hate
and the things that truly degrade.
So before you throw it all away
remember at least what I had to say.
That I love you and who you really are
not that junkie trying to steal a car.
I love the soul inside of your world
Not that little Junkie girl...

01/16/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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