His face looks sweaty
You can bet he knows what happens next
Andrenalin kicks in
Flows through his body
But the pain
Won’t go away
Not today
Not tomorrow
So he lives a life in sorrow
For something he never did
Just want you to know
He accepts the situation
He is in
No regrets or anger
Will pacify him
The needle marks
In his arm
Don’t seem to heal
So he steals from his future
And that’s quit stark
