Words flutter across the last 7 yrs whisperin wisdoms of leave em be... Like their type is a bad intention on a deliberate plucked out thought towards me... Only if the crowd could see the impression of the individual in true form without the dope in their veins... The understandin of reason is a mere teeter on two lifestyles collidin with pain... It's not the person but the drug flushin out all notions to keep it clean... Findin the purpose of why the turn n step into the wonder directed six feet down is why they leave... Doubled up with damn near identical physics n mind sets shedded is realities way of keepin em connected eye to eye to who they luv in me... N to understand there's no feasible thing one can do is the heart lettin go jus wantin to breathe...

There's things about em I seen with my own two eyes... Beautiful individuals from inside out changed by a potent substance. No!!! U cannot help em n their luv isn't strong enough to make em stay... It's the addiction not them... That's the fucked up part...