Junkie

Give me your hand
Look at yourself
You're in shock
Seven days without sleeping

His rotting face
Reveals his fascination for death
Searching for oblivion
On a journey with no return

To find you wasnt easy
I just had to take a few doses
But I promised that would be my last time
So take my hand and get out of this hell

The Gate is closed
Don't use it all
Maybe tomorrow
One more chance