I'm all alone.
Same sad story, same sad song.
A bottle of whisky never turned its back on me,
All I beg you to do is not follow as I leave.
Inhaling smoke, drinking rotgut, and I roll another joint.
As we loved, I always asked what was the fucking point.
No, I know what I'll always love and really need.
I grab my keys, walk out the door, it's time to score some speed.
If my family had cared they would have shot me long ago.
With less hate and more love, would I got so addicted? No one knows.
I ask no God in the sky to watch out for me.
Just leave alone, I'm trying to get more speed.
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