Till I Crash It drips, from my nose. did I do this? To me? lying on the cold washroom floor. wiat...a sound No my me It bruns and bleeds fuck they will know call me out scream and shout I need to clean it off. the blood? NO cocaine? NO what than? the rush, the high, the wonderful why? shut up me!!! whos me? the one who disagrees...you I need more it burns it stopped the blood its stoped the me Its only you Joy Happy unexplainible relife Till I crash!