As my day begins, with the morning sun.

My day of adventures, has just now begun.

Through the city streets, the streets of pain.

With thoughts of pain, depression sets in.

Is this just my life or does my life have me.

With a needle in hand, there’s no dope man in sight

As sickness sets in and my mind starts to wonder

Why can’t I be set free, from this life of adventures,
that now controls me

I think of my life and that I want to be free

Is this my dream or does my dream have me

For in this world, no one knows me.