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my fucked up head The way down is always the same its the way up that is always different.
An addiction that i cannot live without.
A high that somewhere deep down i knw i will fly again.
The way down is always the same: the lost, the black, the emptyness, the pain, the hollow, the then, the now, and the will be.
The powder the pills the needle...placate the guilt, the addiction.
The way up is always harder its always different.
Its never a guarantee its never a promise...
But its a chance i will have to gamble with...the addiction is a high i will fly again.
A high i cannot live without.
