You Think That I'm Dying

Someone else offered to drive but you took the keys instead

Now you're speeding down the highway with a cool buzz in your head

You died on impact the police officer said

 He could still smell the alcohol on the seats now blood red

 

But I have HIV and you think that I'm dying

 

Someone else offered to drive but you took the keys instead

  Now your flying down the highway with a cool buzz in your head

You died on impact the police officer said

He could still smell the alcohol on the seats now blood red

 

But I have HIV and you think that I'm dying

 

Lines on a mirror and a straw in your nose

 You feel the mad rush as your brain starts to glow

You sucked the glass cock until the sun rose

You have bags under your eyes and you think nobody knows?

 

But I have HIV and you think that I'm dying

 

You want to stop smoking but tonight just one last drag

This is the real world everything comes with a price tag

Death is coming for you now, waving his malignant flag

Your world will end inside his body bag

 

 But I have HIV and you think that I'm dying

 

There is pity in your eyes, stop that pathetic crying

 Look in the mirror and stop the denying

It's you not me who is actually dying


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