Addict.

I wake up wet and cold at 4AM

So I look in my ashtray for the biggest joint end.

I smoke what's left and lay back for two secs...

Next, I check the grinder for any remaining specks.

I bang out all that I can and roll a splith with trembling hands.

I do this to myself with no happiness in life.

I can't control myself. This has become my life.

I often ask myself what I want from life.

And find myself wishing that I wasn't alive.

As smoke enters my lungs, a tear fills my eye.

Exhaling all hope I begin cry.

I do this to myself with no happiness in life.

I can't control myself. This has become my life.

I often ask myself what I want from life.

And find myself wishing that I wasn't alive.

As smoke enters my lungs,

A tear fills my eye.

Exhaling all hope,

I begin to cry.