In rehab I am prone to wearing leopard
In the distance I hear a familial cry you should have met her
Placed in a deceptive grave
Just being an opium slave
Thinking of my past; polishing my Maryjane
And my present; using my habit as a cane
How did I deconstruct to this?
Thinking as I look into the empty abyss
Festering like an infection in an abscess
How could I allow myself to be so worthless
Impecunious they say
If I could jump I just may
Throw me like a bar game dart
Just to mend my broken heart
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