...if we all live to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts? . . . The Drug In Me Is You, by Falling In Reverse
That fallen angel, concealed by art eternal evil, hidden in flesh. Heroin, he never deceived me as much as you. Inject me with mortality sweet secrets of Hollywood trade blood for poison; a violated womanhood. Heroin, he feels better than your painful weak, virile member abusing my youth. Fill me with absolute cruelty awaken thrilling horror unsex the beast, who creeps within the roots of my being. Heroin, no living man can inject me like you. With lust, with poison Inject me back to my youth.
Remember me when flowers bloom
Early in the spring
Remember me on sunny days
In the fun that summer brings
Remember me in the fall
As you walk through the leaves of gold
And in the wintertime - remember me
In the stories that are told
But most of all remember
Each day - right from the start
I will be forever near
For I live within your heart