Oh how I wish I was you?

Do you feel good when you take that shot down?

Do you feel good when that plant reaches you mouth?

Do you like knowing that you are a piece of shit and you know it?

Do you know that we all hate you because of what you have done to us, do you know how

much we love you?

Do you love the warm feeling you get when you stab that needle into your skin?

I bet when you're sleeping, you dream of shooting up or getting drunk.

I bet because of all this, your sleeping right now.

I bet that I will never see you again, after all, you can't bring back the dead.