Heroin Hate

Before i kiss and tell i step away

another drug in my blood to prove that you don't understand

how could you see through your stained glass

and say that i'm hating my addiction

don't you put this one on me

i said don't you duck this one

you don't understand

no sympathy

and i don't want to hear one excuse for what's been done to me

cause when i die by myself for my self it's my choice

cause this time i couldn't care less who you would impress

cause now this drug's in my vein i'm trading hatred for pain

and it's no lie to say that you don't understand

you try to stand there and tell me i'm wrong

everyone you touch is dieing from lack of instinct or resolution

when thinking for themselves means to understand

that's where i get my heroin hate