Streets of dark even during the day,
break our hearts as it takes you away.
Loss of words and loss of control,
you\'re misunderstood trying to save your own soul.
Crying for help in the softest voice,
no one can tell that it’s not just noise.
You\'re no burden to carry or pity.
What is it like in that poppy field city?
I could never know, I can only assume
what it feels like when it takes ahold of you.
I just ache to give you peace
so without its help you can finally sleep.
They ask why you do it. The only answer you think of:
\"When it came you all left , and the drug feels like love.\"