You could be dead

You could be happy

You could forget me

Really I hope so

Don't want you sad

Don't want you missing me like I do you

Hope you got biscuits and seafood

Don't think of me when you see food

Baby I saw you in that cage and I heard you cry

Baby I saw that car drive away and I wanted to

Cry

That was the worst part of all

Baby it wasn't your fault

You were my bestie

You came from the gutter and got through it all

Hope you're all warm and you're full of love

Sleep next to cuties with hugs

Baby I don't know where you're living now but I hope you're living now

Baby I saw a picture of you and I'm triggered now

I miss my lil special kitty now

Addicted to pills and the booze

Addicted to people that's treating me bad

Addicted to drama and internet

Addicted to working and nicotine and not taking time for my needs

Addicted to music, depression

Addicted to not eating properly

Addicted to loneliness and manic energy and weed and pills and not taking time to chill

Internet I get my hit

Panic attack I get my hit

Studio I get my hit

I get my hit I get my hit

In the bed I get my hit

In my head I get my hit

Giving head I get my hit

I get my hit I get my hit

Twitter feed I get my hit

Anxiety I get my hit

Stupid shit I get my hit

I get my hit I get my hit

USB I get my hit

PTSD I get my hit

ADHD, I get my hit

I get my hit I get my hit