Death Of My Junkie
Someone asked me to write this. It's about a junkie father who dies. It's not outstanding, but please take a look anyways. I hope you like it LD…
When I was little you where never there.
You cheated on mom, and she’d cry every night, for You.
I cried every night, for her. You were a devoted junkie.
You’d come home late, with perfume on your shirt. And lip stick on your neck tie.
"I’m Devoted." Was your motto. You were devoted to your favorite Lady Of Pleasure, and seven-card stud.
Don’t you remember you’d lose all the money you stole from mom’s purse.
One late night, you were walking into the house. And a gun was at your stomach.
The trigger was pulled. Red blood was on, My hands! I pulled the trigger.
"You’re not devoted." I said, and walked away.
You cheated on mom, and she’d cry every night, for You.
I cried every night, for her. You were a devoted junkie.
You’d come home late, with perfume on your shirt. And lip stick on your neck tie.
"I’m Devoted." Was your motto. You were devoted to your favorite Lady Of Pleasure, and seven-card stud.
Don’t you remember you’d lose all the money you stole from mom’s purse.
One late night, you were walking into the house. And a gun was at your stomach.
The trigger was pulled. Red blood was on, My hands! I pulled the trigger.
"You’re not devoted." I said, and walked away.
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