Brown is beautiful in the eyes of the beholder

I see people in town wearing new shoes, hair done and a designer bag.
Cigarette in hand, silk dress, just stepped out of a jag.
Husband beside you, boots and a polo shirt
Eyes wonder at other girls miniskirts.
Bottle of becks in hand, Rolex on wrist.
Staggering back and forth, yeah mate proper pissed.
The sound of love, fun and laughter fill the street.
But never to the back ally's were I sleep.
Stench of cider and piss, surviving off scraps and a few dropped chips.
I'm always cold and always wet, the first hit of heroin always remember always regret.
Too many years chasing the dragon, never was a fan of drugs just jumped on the band wagon.
Never getting closer but falling ever further behind,
Started off as a hobby just something to unwind.
Now I'm an addict and fully addicted to this habbit
This was never my future prediction, cant be saved by something on prescription.
The first hit of heroin always remember always regret.
3 years pass and still begging, grey hair no teeth and I'm only 37
I feel so dirty, disguisted and ashamed, 
But there's only me to be blamed
Heat up another spoon of brown and dissolve it, spike a vein, stone roses, I adore it.
The first hit of heroin always remember always regret
Whole life broken all veins collapsed, what's the point in rehab if I'm just going to relapse
No confidence just desperation
Never believed this would be my occupation
Forever alone, roaming the black tar street, I speak of heroin and not the surface on which I drag my feet.
The heroin keeps me free, free of hurt, free of pain, full of relief.