Afraid,
to eat,
to sleep,
to drink.
All these
drugs in
your body
let you fly.
You get
high to
have fun
to fly
so heigh.
I used
to know
you so well
you were my love.
All these
pills and
acid have
stolen you.
Does it kill
the pain,
the love,
and me?
I leave
you be
to all
your drugs.
When you
burn out
and loose
intrest,
I will
be there
to pick
you up.
I will
find all
your pieces,
put them together.
All this
paranoia
is from
these drugs.
They steal
your mind,
and body
from all of us.
You are
an acid head,
a pill popper,
still my love.
How much
does it
cost you
to live
this way?
Do you
sell your
body for
the money?
StabbieMcStabstab Community Member 
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