My thing is called caffeine
Without it I become a monster
I am a bitch and can get mean
My hard, powerful craving I foster
Flying high in the blue sky, buzzing around
I can live, I am unbreakable
Living in my dream there are no bounds
I can drink it all day, I’m unstoppable.
There is nothing I found to make me feel alert and alive.
The feeling is unreal and unsensational.
Monster helps me survive
In this mere life, it’s caffeine I need
It’s only thing that is keeping me getting a knife
Every day I need to drink my drug, to feed
my addiction, keeping from me ending my life
- Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2024 05:11
- Category: Unclassified
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