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walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there
she´s swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and she´s asking why
her life´s always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there´s no one here to blame
"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...
no more mountains left to climb.
the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time...!"
she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise
and say, that everything´s alright...
and the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i don´t want to kill
the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will...!
"heroin" she said...
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there
she´s swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and she´s asking why
her life´s always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there´s no one here to blame
"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...
no more mountains left to climb.
the world so slow... all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time...!"
she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise
and say, that everything´s alright...
and the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i don´t want to kill
the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will...!
"heroin" she said...
Lyrics submitted by XorcistVAC
Track duration: 03:49
"Heroin, She Said" as written by Peter/reinhardt Heppner
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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as soon as i tried it, within a month, i was shooting up 3 times a day, and i did for a year and a half; yet i never considered myself addicted--until now when i'm looking back. even though i overdosed about 4 times and was dead for 15 minutes once. {the only way i'm alive and living semi-normally now is because i'm on methadone.}
i had to hustle all day to maintain my high and not be sick all night. i'd wear pretty dresses and put on makeup and go to gas stations all around town, telling people fabricated sob stories about how my car was out of gas and i needed to get back home, to the next town. i'd get money from every guy, and even a lot of girls. ((lies, lies, lies. i told more lies in the time i was using, than every lie i've ever told in my entire life.)) as soon as i got the money, within the next hour, it would all be gone, down to the single fucking cent. all shot up in to my veins.
oh, i wasn't new to drugs, either. before, i had done every drug imaginable, but i would switch between a lot of different drugs and i never developed a single addiction problem ((i even did meth for 2 years and one day just decided i didn't like it anymore and stopped, and never did it again. it was a piece of cake to get off that!)) until i met heroin. heroin is not like any other drug. heroin can NOT be used recreationally. trust me, don't ever get caught up in that vicious never-ending cycle.
So why did she say heroin. >_>