By Richard James
It was a blind love…
…a love over all
I didn’t have the strength to resist her call…
…or even her rush, “Wow!” most of all.
Should have known I’d take a fall.
Snow covered mountains; you know what I mean…
…that girl turned me into a fiend.
She had me running, chasing her down,
even picking and pecking on the ground.
When I was young if only I could see,
just what that girl was doing to me.
Seventeen years of miserythat’s what she gave to me.
Seventeen years of miserythat bitch took advantage of me.
Cocaine
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