Your disgusting flaws that make you true.
The chemicals you abuse and reality you subdue
Your Dilated pupils so empty and dark
Your sense of pride and your rude remarks
The independence you hold so tight
The lies you believe and insist to recite
The straws, the rocks, balls & blades
Your life is just a sick crusade
One of these days it won’t be fun
One of these days there will be nowhere to run
You’ll be trapped in this cage of powder and pills
The dreams you have you’ll never fulfill.
Its all just a sick crusade
But eventually it will all fade.
And you’ll realize it was only yourself you betrayed.
And you’ll wonder why you ever begun on that sick crusade
Writen about my ex best friend