A Junkie I Was

Some people have murdered,some people have robbed, some people have conned their way through,i've done them all. Murdered my spirit,stole from my soul,cheated and lied all for the score. Bought and sold and then bought again, wore out my welcome with those who would lend. Yet never failed,it was easily found,the new guy in town,who hasn't been around. Green to the world and driven by greed, use words of worship and he'll give what i need. Promising to be loyal and true for my fix,the greenhorn inevitably gets wise to my tricks. So i run to the ones who unconditionally love, who i know will sympathize with all i have done. I pour out my guilt and i pour out my shame and let them believe they are to blame. Now that the show has all come to pass,they hand me the green and i don't even ask. I've acted this part again and again, as i walk away i know where it ends. For years i've managed to keep ignorance afloat Until one day i noticed a hole in my boat Slowly i sunk to my rocky bed, where the truth of my being was all i had left. An existence so rotten and shrouded in shame a junkie i was AND THAT WAS MY NAME