Don’t look in their eyes.
They might see your lies.
Carry on deceiving and they’ll keep believing.
They don’t understand.
Play it close, your poker hand.
They talk of sobriety-but you need variety.
Just be polite.
Drink your cuppa and sit.
You can’t have what they’ve got
Its a load of bullshit.
You’re not one of them,
at peace living strong.
Stop kidding yourself.
You simply don’t belong.
Turn around, go out the door.
You’re a user, fucking loser
Do yourself a favour, go and score.
Second chances don’t exist.
I hold the knife and choose when to twist.
You can’t turn your back on what you know.
I’ve watched you crumble and nurtured your sorrow.
I scoffed as your dignity slipped away.
Kept self respect, friends and family at bay.
I choose when I’m finished and when we are over.
Watch your back Kelly
keep looking over your shoulder.
Score, plus delivery.
Escape from reality
Another dent in my sanity.
I summon the courage to do the right thing.
Next week a new number and that familiar ping.
Anytime my love
Call night or day.
You’re in my head now
There’s no getting away…