iLLMiLLz978 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
I hail from the heroin capitol of the NORTHEAST LOWELL MASS so I know all to well what that shitty drug does to someones mind, body and soul
1strwbryblondnc (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
Great lyrics, wrong song.
cycojedi (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
i get chocked up everytime i hear this
vitojoe223 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
what a shame this man died
anarcho2narco (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
dude, thats... Really deep man =]
glynnth (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
A beautiful song, and the video is pleasantly spacey, too!
Herbalaussie (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
Without pain, there is no creativity. From Layne Staley's pain came beautiful songs like this one.
Herbalaussie (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
You can say that again. Thankfully, there are still a few musicians out there who still care more about music than the almighty buck.
x20Tours (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
Missing and feeling are two distinct karma's...
jcmint1 (December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm)
layne will always be missed. My favorite lyrics areMy gift of self is rapedMy privacy is rakedAnd yet I findAnd yet I findRepeating in my headIf I can't be my ownI'd feel better dead
