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Own Worst Enemy

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I spent all last night sleeping on street corners My head's aching and I'm shaking like I've got pneumonia I'm in debt my last 1/8 was on tic I've got a problem can't see past my next fix I'm 18 got my head in a guillotine, zero prospects But that don't mean a thing 8 stone 3 my own worst enemy I have no woman, and my family disowned me I'll make some money before my last curtain I need it fast to stop my whole body hurting I take a walk to see what prey I can stalk I feel sick like I ate a pound of raw pork Can't see past my next fix I clock a Benz, brief case, suit and businessman I see no wallet but a diamond ring on left hand I grip a stick but my hand's still trembling It's do or die, I'll take him out with one swing I lacked strength, I couldn't knock the fucker out He kept screaming as the blood entered his mouth Then he was still, silence, no body movement I felt a chill but my feelings were irrelevant No remorse for the victim, no compromise I cleaned him quick but the pain just intensified I reached a ditch, the hole I had quested for The 12th floor with the steel plated front door Can't see past my next fix I'm my own worst enemy I gave my guts to a man who was killing me A bunch of freaks which in no way respected me I don't care brown is my favourite colour I hit the bathroom so I could recover Chasing my demon subtraction to my life span Inhaled a smoke, toke deep as the trail ran And my eye-lids grew heavy the pain became steady Emotions exhaled as the tension was buried In a blanket of darkness my mind became thoughtless I slouched in the bathtub half way unconscious Now I am gouched out in the bathroom I hear a door slam, and then I come to I feel a fist crack into my cheek bone I couldn't fight 'cause my mind was too stoned And then a hand squeezed round my throat tight I spat blood with a punch to my windpipe Bruised and beat dragged out on a back street My mind is buzzed as I stagger to my feet Co-ordination of my steps is real hard I can't walk 'cause I'm mentally scared I see a main road I've got to cross it I ain't worried 'cause the street lights will stop the traffic I buck out as I reach the white lines Don't fucking move now it's a matter of time And bam stretched out high speed on a car bonnet I hit the grit and there's nothing I can do to stop it The skin is ripped from my hands as a hit the gravel I'm thrown fast like a boy thrown from a saddle I hit the kerb side Hear breaks stop and women cry I can't feel pain, 'cause I'm chemically high I'm my own worst enemy Sirens sound a crowd gathers Lights grow dim, now I live with the shadows