Being out on the streets caught up in our drugs
Trying to find some love in all these worthless thugs
Overflowed in our addiction causes us to lose
All of our love and support, when we’re high it’s hard to chose
Yes we have a problem, and yes we need some help
And sometimes we need Love, which some had never felt
Maybe if you know what we’ve been through in our past
Maybe you would see who we are and wouldn’t judge so fast.

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