You know, in this world, you'll never get the things you want
you aim for it but you'll never get it
you search for it and they'll never be
the pain for pleasure and the thrill rides you took
were never for real
hallucinating seem to be real for an instance
reflecting your daily life as you stone by the edge of your balcony
and watch the cars drove pass, playing lights with your red eyes
and left you thinking was the world really beautiful to start with

this is what a junkie would think each time he takes a puff
leaving his lungs so heavy as if there is someone pounding on him
and the world just go slow
and all he ever wish for was to have his love one beside him
witnessing the beauty of life
but when he snaps back to reality
he saw the same ugly picture staring back at him
from his mirror
the same mirror which has been reflecting his image for the past of his life
and still he keep on taking puffs and puffs
each day he lungs got heavy
and each day he wish for someone just someone
who will understand the love of a junkie
he wants a new thing to get addicted with
a new drug,
everyday with a puff and a heavy lungs
he search for a new drug
will he ever get it
or it'll just turn to reality

the same fucking life everyone living in denial
the same fucking minds that got everyone stereotyping
and it just cost your life to be taken away
just to witness a day
and when the day goes past
the same fucking person who will tend to regrets
and regrets was the last thing on every person fucking minds
and that if you turn your life around
and witness the love of you life pass you by

Labels: poem for you junkie