Heroin, no heroine of mine
It's about time for some goodbyes
For now if I see you, I must decline
Oh how we have had some good times, you flew me to heights so high
All the while I became a trivial junkie
Like a common sheep caught in your herd
You packed me a lunch and I became chunky
In the ghettos I frolicked amongst the birds
You asked me how I felt
The truth is I failed to
I wasted away in a bed as I melt
Living each day so blue
I took a needle, and left the thread
Wasted away with the time
And only for you I bled
I became a modern day war crime
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