----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I need my bed He came into work tonight.After I let him go to my house last night.Even gave him the keys.I didnt like him tonight.Its the pills.Maybe it couldve been the coke and not the pills...who knows.I know for me..its the pills.Sucks dosent it?To actually know?The vernage and I had this chat the other night.About the coke.The pills.We agreed that neither of us wants the other to do it.Im hooked again.And he probably is too.When you try not to have something ...it never happens.Dosent matter what it is.You cant have it.So you want it it.He didnt say anything to me when he left tonight.No "bye'No "i love you"and really i wouldnt care.And I kindof dont.But you know why I feel like this?PILLS.I dont want the Vernage doing his cocaine.He dosent want me to do the pills.Its our downfalls.Its always been mine.Kyle intorduced me to a whole different world of pills.I knew the excasty and speed.Never knew about oxicotins or painkillers and downers.I knew about diet pills,which is just as good as speed if you get the good stuff.And he useto hide them on me.I remember the night before he died and I found the pills he took from my glovebox 4:05 a.m. - 2005-12-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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