When We Were Young

PERCHOLIC.

I'm battling an addiction so crude
Medications ain't helping me
My sins too strong, so this liquor getting the best of me,
starting to feel the hell in me
In need of a heart transplant, but I'm fine with a vasectomy
Too many girls gone and there's so much pain left in me,
feelings so grown, yes they are dead to me
This pain is so different, ever so different to me
It's like losing a friend or cutting off your leg at the knee
My kneecaps trembles terribly,
My skin itches unbearably,

Where's the nova cane when you need it?
I cut my wrist to cease the urge, so I'm left bleeding
Like a brown baby toddler, I'm tee-ding
Like a newborn baby, I'm feeding,
on the soul of my very own, flesh and bone,
Hooked on your drugs, like a teenager stuck in his phone,
I pop two pills, so I could stay in my zone
Senses heightened at a level, my heart becomes solid stone, I begin to reminisce on days when I was alone

With the blood that still courses through my veins, the blood that settles on my wrist remains, leaving dried crimson stains,
I'm okay with this design,
knock after knock,
yes I am fine
knock after knock,
yes, I am mental,
knock after knock,
Please be gentle
Knock after knock
Now I am bleeding,
So I run the burner through my brain, and execute the master's dealings,
Numb to the very core, I have no feelings
I have no thought, I'm like a story, where the writer forgets to write the plot,
What a jack-in-the-box!
Covered in guilt, like I had the chicken pox
Or even worse? A curse? Or a disease?
Or maybe a mangy mutt just covered in fleas,
A plague? Can I go on?
Nothing but a liar, or just another ex-con,
They say a liar is a thief and a thief is a murderer
All the characteristics of that Mary Jane, I bet you never heard of her?