You are so beautiful, yet so capable of harm,

My love for you is public; see the scars on my arm?

You are such a bitch, you land me in jail,

And you’ve chased away my friends; no one to post bail.

So what can I do besides sit here and rot,

And come down hard on this uncomfortable cot.

They don’t know when they will let you out,

But when they do I will come back to you, there is no doubt.

You are my master and I am your slave,

I will chase you all the way to an early grave.

And at my funeral what will the priest say?

About a junkie that loves vodka and yay.

I’ve lost my youth, my teeth and I am losing my hair,

I’ve committed crimes that should have got me the chair.

But now I am out with three points to go in my veins,

I pray to god it is enough to switch off my brains.