Heroin Chic

Rather Bleak

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What a disgrace
Blood stained hand
Pale white face

How do I keep up this façade
Don’t envy me
As you sit and applaud

Heroin chic
No longer in fashion
Still fucking a rock star
In his mansion
I held my body for ransom
You can’t even imagine

My life had become a blur
An obstacle of lies
Obstacle obscure…




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