Maybe I might have missed a miracle
Crimson criminal can't continue without a chemical
Heart held good intentions within all situations
Failure, yet existing exceeds my own expectations
Never held the hope of a promising tomorrow
But I burden the weight from yesterday's sorrow
All innocents was stolen when I was a child
Embezzled by evil, I tried to pedal but never filed
A needle paints my pain perfectly, dark and cloudy
Pistol injects a portrait of addiction, sudden and deadly
Fighting to survive without anytime to breathe
Has me questioning God, if I will ever be free
