Trip (A story of a Drug addict, helpless but trying).
TripWe told everyone that we came from Mars,
But we were just sitting at home having pills,
With whole lotta scars.
After a couple of trips found everything is same,
Why we do it when we know nothings gonna change?
We are addicted to it just to escape reality.
Tick Tick my death calls me,
Will do it again but to end it?
Make up mind it will happen,
Think of loved ones leave the trip that leaves silhouette in the darkness.
- Usama Thakur
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