The Pain

Trying to run from what you are Afraid of being alive Hands shaking body aching The abuse left a permanent scar So now to get by you do whatever it takes You need your reality to hit your veins again Don't try to blame anyone Your blame is self chosen Don't come looking for sympathy 'Cause you won't get it from me You're nothing but a burned out wreck That solves problems with another hit The remedy in a bag Served up on a spoon Starts to serve it's purpose To kill the pain!