Receipe for Happiness

I feel as though I'm dying
as I take two steps onto the floor
I'm standing on used needles again
Why not...I'm sure I could use some more

Crawling down to the bathroom
To clean the dry blood from my nose
If anyone would have saw me...
They would have told me to use the hose

I return home from my day with a garbage bag of goodies
Things that not even junkies would try
Which is perfect to have a horrible time.
It really doesn't matter to me...I just wanna die

I spike my vein with a used needle...again
I slowly begin to feel the pressure build in my head
10-20-30 seconds and I'm still not feeling shit
So fuck the drugs, pull the trigger, and volia! DEAD.