Friday, October 30, 2009

Masochism

Some people enjoy things that others simply do not
For whatever reason people have preference of what they want
They like to do things that others simply despise
No matter what it is it's always tough to disguise
To hide the fact from others about their addiction
To their flavor of the week, what they do with conviction
Cuz no matter what, you can't change how these people act
Since they react without reason, simply trying to enact
What they percieve as fact and reality
At the end of the day, they simply feed their need
So when you see me acting in a weird ass way
Don't think to yourself about how much you used to praise
This torn up person that has fallen from existence
Who feeds his addiction without trying to resist it

It's that drug
It's my life
It's the rush
That gets me high
So pass me by
One last time
And don't judge
Since I won't budge
From this stance
Cuz when you glance
You better believe that you'll see
I'll be that fuckin person that I hate
That very same person on that lame ass date

It gets me going
Blood flowing
Heart races
I can't pace this
I feed the greed
I start to see
What I've become
What I'll be
Cuz when I'm buzzing
Thoughts running
I wanna escape it
I can't stand it
So sit back and relax
Cuz Imma try and bring me back
From this hatred, from this low
I can't stand it, I wanna go
Jump deck
Before I wreck
Another person, another soul
So when i roll
Try to envision
A different person
From what I am
Cuz I can't stand this man
What I've become, what I am

It's that drug
It's my life
It's the rush
That gets me high
So pass me by
One last time
And don't judge
Since I won't budge
From this stance
Cuz when you glance
You better believe that you'll see
I'll be that fuckin person that I hate
That very same person on that lame ass date

It's a needle of heroin
Shot straight up from my left hand
A stab of PCP
Straight into my right cheek
It's a line, it's a bowl
It's whatever that'll get me to stroll
Along the timeline of life
Diverting me from a wife
Cuz when I try to be myself
I just get brought back to hell
To the very same place
Of where i first lost that race
I can't even try to pace
You can see it on my face
I enjoy this drug simply way too much
Being a masochist is like doing a lethal drug

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