The Girl With Golden Eyes
Today I dance my last dance
With the girl with golden eyes.
It's the last day
Of the days I won't remember.
They promise tomorrow will be better.
But I still can't think straight
With this Circus in my head,
And all the little Mexicans aiming at my head.
The CIA will be at my door step
Waiting, watching for my next move
As the needle slips under my skin
And the yellowish-gold mixes with the red.
The voices in my head demand me to get higher
But I know if I do I will hit harder,
And be as low as I was when I started.
All of this needs to stop
Before I blow my own head off
Trying to shut the voices in my head.
But I do believe I am quite sane
Because if I wasn't
I would've gave them all names.
I'm starting to get nauseous,
I'm starting to get tired.
Everything is getting better
I'm relieved this trip is over.
I think you would agree
That heroin is the devil
And it lives inside of me
But the devil isn't a good friend.
The devil doesn't want the best for you
But the best for him instead.
My head is still blank
And all I remember is the promises I made,
And those promises I will keep.
I'm starting to stink
I haven't showered in weeks.
I smell like dirt, sweat and death.
So tonight will be the last,
It's time to get my life back on track.
Tonight I danced my last dance,
With the girl with golden eyes.
BeckyJeanne