what have i got- ? that makes u wanna luv me...
is it my body? someone i might be? somethin inside me? 's really up to u.
have u got the time to find out
who i really am... ?

in the end u know a dope fiend aint got no friends
n a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end...

i can't fill this hole;
you ...are allllll i know.
Ånd it's so WRØNG...

in each of your failures
i saw my victory...
n each time u fall,
a knife tattoos a smile on my lips
U are now Empty of life ~
n we are Drunk with Death

n if i seemed to be confused
i didnt mean to be with u~
n if u're somewhere out there
passed out on the floor..
no... i'm not angry anymore

to Postcardz from the Inna City:


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