Life of a junkie

Life Of A Junkie

He was tall,dark and slim
Yet there was no future for him
His eyes they bulged,his nerves they tingled
His feelings were mixed,for the crowd
With whom he mingled
He used to be good,made no mistakes
Until that night,he couldn't remember,when
He went for a drink,but got a score
And landed in bed,with a cheap rate whore
That very next morning,he thought he had fun
He said to himself "my life's just begun"
That night he got ready,money in pocket
Went for a hit and couldn't care,how he got it
and when he did,life was so much better,he thought
But now looking back,his eyes fill with tears
He knows he is hooked,his mind's filled with fear
His arms are like pin cushions,his veins like rivers
His body is weak,it shakes and it quivers
He needs some stuff,but has no dough
His life drains away,very slow

parkman