Amy Winehouse died too soon, I feel her sat alone in my room, genius
Miss, and a shame, but that is the price some of us have to pay for the game.
We, I think were the same, there is no one to blame her life was in the lane.
Mine is in another, I would have liked to be her older brother, protect her
From herself and the leeches that wanted the wealth, her genius created
So I stated what I stated, I sit here writing and thinking, what I did
Today, I attended R.A.M.P I needed to attend, tried alone too often
Words spoken. Open minded I gave it a try although misgivings linger.
I don’t see myself as a bad person never have never will, I like the thrill.
I don’t steal, yes I do I steal time I cant get back, flat on my back, thinking
Splendid isolation drinking in my memories instead of making new ones
Done it is done, my so called fun, is killing my children, that is my sin.
Sinking, just one more time, when will I learn to leave my fears
Where they belong, Lord help me find my strong. Pass it on, be gone.
Coping, mechanism, aware of my triggers, bang bang, sniggers
Help myself, to help myself, give me a hand and a friendly face, care
For me, guide me gently through this insanity, see me through
To the other side, it is such a crazy ride I call my fucked up life.
Leave it alone bury it once and for all inside, I alone can hide, society
Deride the addict in me, set me free, once and for all, its my call.
