  

I’m all done dancing,

Now I feel worn and bled,

Hate it when gravity comes,

Now stuck with a heavy head,

Like playing with matches,

Bound to make another attempt,

My excuses become unhinged,

I am simply filth and sin,

Who would cry for a junkie?

I misused my body like a whore,

Never valued this world,

Now I must atone in my own hell,

My faults imploding within,

Cut off this belted lead.