Drugs Instead of Hugs

I dream about a better day, And wish my fears would pass, And I could live in perfect peace, And then look back and laugh. Instead, I live with doubt and pain, And worry every day, That I will never know the joy, Of those who laugh and play. I'll never know what it is like, To have a quiet life, To have some friends who care for me, Or have a loving wife. For just a few short years ago, I started taking drugs, To make up for the many times, My folks refused my hugs. I never felt their love at home, They didn't even try, To show a little tenderness, So now I'm getting high. I find it's getting hard to think, My mind is in a fog, I cannot walk, I'm falling down, And lie here like a log. I cannot speak without a slur, I cannot move about, I've lost the faith I had in God, And left with all these doubts. Whatever happened to the boy, Who had so many dreams? Now all I have is hopelessness, And nightmares, so extreme. I lay here in this gutter, as I watch my flame go dim, And hum the tune, "Amazing Grace", And wonder where it's been.