Top of the World

Man the other day I caught a little glimpse of my first love
her purse stuffed with what she's earnt for lifting skirts up
another victim of addictions that've cursed us
she's persecuted by the thirst that's immersed her

We conversed, I let her know... it's insanity sista
using parked car windows as a vanity mirror
she's says it's cool, she's got a man that loves and protects
with a scarf to hide the bruises on her neck

I could tell by the glaze in her optics
that she ain't there... her mind's away, in the tropics
where the sunrays erase all her pain of her days in the rain
and the shame of enslaving her veins

To the grains of 'caine... life's a blur unless you look
'cos her face said more than words ever could
I had to leave it here... with a sincere goodbye
while she's climbing in a car, wiping tears from her eyes

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Now, these grey skies hide the path to brighter days
I saw an old mate of mine yet hardly recognised his face
I remember pinching ganja off his mother in grade 5
but times change right... and now he's riding the mainline

He says with all this drama it's getting harder to stay clean
and mum's still bringing home a different father daily...
tried his best to straighten up for visitation with his daughter
but that's before his ex gained restraining orders

And it hurt for him to say, he had to miss her first birthday
but there's a certain way, to dispearse that pain...
so it's back to the dark flat to spark a black spoon
and lassoe his arm to leave it scarred with tattoes

Attatched to the hope... he can escape this nightmare
like life's fair... you ever need a hand, mate I'm right there
the bright glare, from a cop car made me turn and squint
he's running off... I haven't heard from him since

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As I'm lying next to quiet breaths, her face it hides the pain
how can one appear so fine yet try to take their life away?
her expression's no reflection of the anguish trapped inside
the loneliest emotions... that mere language can't define

It's been since the beginning, no one ever cared to notice
it's a shame that these days, we can't turn to those that's closest
a constant rollercoaster... without the fun or tacky thrills
an entire fate, bound within a pack of happy pills

I know her only refuge is to doze her weary head
if I could make that last tear, the last tear she'd ever shed
if I could wave a wand, she'd wake upon a lighter state of mind
if she could see herself through my eyes, she's awaken with a smile

I can feel a time approaching when the mornings aren't so hard
where the bathroom tiles and razor blades are torments of the past
but until that day... I'm here... to absorb her sorrows nectar
this fever is not the girl she is... but more a hollow spectre