How does it feel? knowing your barely alive
See through bloodshot eyes, your left empty inside
There i was, strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree you're just like me.
And when you die,
I won't be at your wake
No eulogy from me,
Just a smile on my face
And while god might be busy,
With judging your soul
I will have slept with the girl,
That you loved most!