Slice of Herion

<!--{1261468 So remote it’s making me tired I can’t think In the room with myself better not blink The pain becomes addictive I need to fill the void It gives me a feeling that I cannot not avoid my pain its my own little slice of Heroin Something that never leaves it’s my own little Addiction Conquering the mind is a waste of time When its just so easy to complain and cry Pain so addictive I can sell to get others hooked It’s like gravity all people need is a little push Flying on my pain its my own little slice of Heroin Something that never leaves it’s my own little Addiction Emotions are like the ultimate game of right and wrong I like to play around with it when I’m bored Like a kitten with a ball of yarn full of thorns Blood splattered on the sheets deep red thick ink Flying on my pain its my own little slice of Heroin Something that never leaves it’s my own little Addiction Flying on my pain its my own little slice of Heroin Something that never leaves it’s my own little Addiction