Am I A Junkie?

I gotta shoot up....
Gotta get my fix
If I don't take it now
I'll be in a mix

I'll start to shake
and I'll start to quiver
My mind will get foggy
and I'll be in a tither

My bones will ache
and I'll start to cry
Start hurting real bad
and almost die

I need my fix now
I need it real bad
When I got this way
It made my mom sad

Twice a day
This needle I take
I shoot in the morning
and night with no break

If I don't get my fix
There's no livin with me
Just go away
and leave me be

I need my fix now
So hand me the gun
Shootin the stomach
ain't no fun

Why oh why
has this happened to me
Just let me go
and set me free

I am living
in my own private hell
but if I don't keep shooting
I'll die can't you tell?

Am I a junkie
who can legally shoot up
Like a blind man
who can beg with his cup

I am a dependent
on this drug I do live
If I could on get off
my right arm would I give

Being a diabetic
ain't no fun
Sometimes I just
wanna give up and run

People look at me
like I am a freak
Not really good enough
and much too weak

If I could live over
what would I do
Never have gotten sick
start over fresh and new....

By: Catherine M'ericier