Every day just seems to bring another blow
Did the problems start when I got on first name terms with the coke
Only drink and drugs would help me in a stress or a low
Was I just too fucking weak to fuckin. Grow ?
Living in a city playing show on show, it's what i lived for
Running round never paying what i owed
Now I've wholly given in to the cravings
Disappointment never being a big deal
Broken dreams did I never had the ethic?
Far too easy some things came I got greedy
Looking back it was warm - now it's fucking freezing
have i really been such a bad guy?
is it all cos i beg and steal and lie?
these questions go around my mind
i got heart but its sad to me there's nothing in the sky
