If it don't kill me it'll make me STRONGER

there's a needle laying next to her ring...it's empty so right now i don't feel a thing...i nod off and wake up on the floor...to the devil knockin on my door...before i know it he makes his way in...now all i can think is here we go again...back to the needle and a bag of dope...because that's the only way i know to cope...with knowing another man is raising my son...so another relapse has begun...so i'll go beg steal and borrow...hoping to end all this sorrow...because the only thing that's getting any clearer...is that i can't stand the piece of shit in the mirror...i've burnt every branch on my family tree...to become the addict i said i'd never be...i hate this is what i always choose...but i don't give a fuck i've got nothing left to loose...i know i'll spend everything i have down to my last dime...but i'll load this fucker up just 1 more time...i slide the needle in my vein...knowing the ride ain't worth the pain...i've given up and can't hang on any longer...so if this shit don't kill me it will make me stronger