Junkie's Blues

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Woke up this mornin', jus' feelin' so low,
Got the Junkie's Blues, ain't nowhere to go.
Lost in a world of sin and broken dreams,
Tryin' to hide pain behind dope and screens.


Day and night always going to extremes,
Just another hit for some sweet dreams.
Junkie's Blues ain't no beggin' for release,
Each day's end can lead to eternal peace.


In dark alleys and abandoned streets,
Shadows dance, a junkie don't find peace.
Devil whispers promises, only brings despair,
Keep chasing dragons and just don't care.


Come on, can you hear the screams,
Took a wrong path now diggin' a grave.
Junkie's Blues gotcha feeding the need,
Never able to find the time to get free.


Seen sunshine through tear-stained eyes,
What's left is a hand full of pills disguised.
Lost friends and lovers on the crooked road,
Jus' another chapter in this story yet untold.


Pockets empty and heart's heavy with regret,
Every needle prick is a step closer to death.
Addiction holds a grip around these bones,
Gotta keep on chasing or else comes jones.


Live the junkies life through a hellish haze,
Dragging chains that bind in countless ways.
Junkie's Blues takin' such a very heavy toll,
No guiding back towards life's righteous goal.


Through darkened nights and neon-lit halls,
Searching for salvation as night time calls.
Amidst shattered syringes and haunted eyes,
Ain't no redemption waits patiently to arise.


No pretending to heal a shattered mind,
Like the darkness that can't be left behind.
Junkie's Blues burn deep within the veins,
There's no help in breaking these chains.


No fighting this war no chance to mend,
Scars will remain beyond the very end.
Junkie's Blues always define an ill fate,
Strength and love, are on another slate.

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