Another junkie's dead; but nobody's keeping score
His mother's heavy heart has fallen to the floor
The one she love, The pain he caused, She loved him even more
Out living your own child is so painful to endure
Is it worth dying for? Is it worth the pain?
Is worth strugglin'? Fuck you heroin!
He was someone's brother, someone's uncle, someone's son
He had dreams of growing up and becoming someone
He was someone's brother, someone's uncle, someone's son
Now his dreams are shattered sticking needles in his arms
Is it worth dying for? Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth strugglin'? Fuck you heroin!
About the Creator
David McZachary
My words are for the lonely, the brokenhearted, the hurt and angry, the depressed and the lost. I hope they help you to truly heal and to find yourself again. I hope they are comforting; so that you know you are not alone. You will make it!
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