Lines of Life - Part Three (2/3) By Paul England

(1/3) (2/3) (2/3) Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Drug Filled Streets Drug filled streets is all I can see The drugs are calling they're following me Through my good times and bad they're all that is there When I'm lonely and sad they show that they care Giving me a high when I am on a low Giving me the lows when I am always poor Seeing all this life feeling it alone Seeing into streets these streets are made of stone Looking out my window to all that I can see Is these drug filled streets these streets are killing me

I stuck at my job. About 14 months passed and the kid who got me the job had started knocking about with us. He started smoking dope and doing the shit we were, but he got caught by the boss. They blamed me 'cos I was loud and outgoing. A week later I got the sack. In the midst of all this I felt my first love, but she was just a bitch, she broke my heart in both situations. I was gutted. I used to love the job, it only paid 70 pound a week but that did not matter. I did smoke pot but I never got caught smoking it at work, and the other, well that's all you need to know about that.

My First Love Broke My Heart Girl do you remember, the first time you saw my face girl do you remember, the love you left to waste girl it's you I'm talking to the one who broke my heart took it like a glass, then shattered it apart we would meet after work then walk and talk together I had a plan for us, for this love to last forever do you remember the song you gave I thought the words were true it was like boys to men had wrote, wrote them words for me and you girl I thought you were the one I acted like some Romeo girl I wanted you to be my one and only Juliet I remember walking away with the tears in my eyes fucking little bitch I got took in by your lies you were this boy's first love but then you went and broke my heart this is the first time I have said about that fucking little tart

Anyhow by this time our Mike had been selling pot for about 2 years, his girlfriend had a little girl call Kellie, he was doing well for himself. Our Dave was in a flat doing a lot of tablets, drinking all the time and a number of other drugs. Our Gem had got with a kid called Rob and moved in with him. So anyhow, I saw how well our Mike was doing for himself and I asked my mam to lend me some money so I could buy some pot and make a bit of pocket money. My mam had got our Dave to move in 'cos he was in a mess.

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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