Sleep sings me no song it only shares a black rose
Nightmares overcome dreams where it rains it pours,
My attempt to inject a cure turned out to be a virus,
As I try to stay alive or at least open my eyelids
Suicide would suit me but I leave my life up for fate,
Needled for my last breath would be merely a mistake
War in Iraq to addiction, both colored my life tragic
I'm back at war but with addiction, soldier no more, just another addict.
