I’m missing you, You think that I trusted you I look at your eye and I know it’s true I can’t take this pain from all the cobain, that is my cocaine I Can’t complain when I’m hurt cutting of my veins music in the back listen to cobain blow in the back that my cocaine I’m so depressed I think I will be next Try to survive tryna make out alive but I know I will die, I will see you at the afterlife, then you will be mine