PASSENGERS OF LIFE

 

PASSENGERS OF LIFE

 

You’re a passenger of life livin’ out your remainin’ days on borrowed time.

You stick two fingers up to the world, life for you is not an oasis but it’s a charred blackened shell.

You steal from anyone to feed your dirty habit, as you slowly deteriorate in your own little hell.

When they find you dead in your bath, a load of needles by your side, will they ask was it worth it all those fixes for your life?

 

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