Morphine

Nothing that I adore more, nothing I am more afraid of

Give me a hundred lives, I would choose you every single time

Unremarkable, unrecognizable

Ripped at every edge

Psychotropic agent to hold it all together

Break a bone to hold it all together

Chronically ill, pain so unbearable

Still smiling, still holding on

Numb or being damned, what will they choose?

Stuck under a paper bag, takes my breath away

Draw a funny face on it

Bulid up the courage to pull the trigger

Grins on their faces as they pull the trigger

Oh, how amusing their faces appear

Nothing more soothing to observe

Nothing more joyful

Addicted to the pain, rescue on a golden spoon

Wish I could be like they should be

Blood boils when our eyes lock

Feeling relieved, I'm going blind

Grew up in the psych ward

Save me from my enemies

Protect me from those centipedes

They consume my memories