I almost wished I had a vice of some sort
Something that I guiltless and recklessly fall into
Anytime things get difficult complicated
Like a needle in my arm
I crave the mental anguish depression brings
Its a sickness to love to be sick
I know you'll never understand but that's ok
Because this heroine has me so high
Another drink yes and please
I mind my manners though I may be lush
I have tears enough for you
And I know how to share
...take a sip.
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