Addiction
There was a boy that never knew.
The poor thing never had a clue.
Smoking blunts everynight.
Not even trying to put up a fight.
There was a boy that never knew.
The poor thing never had a clue.
Drinking until the bottle was dry.
Laying on the floor wanting to die.
There was a boy that never knew.
The poor thing never had a clue.
Losing everything he ever had.
Looking ever so sad.
There was a boy that never knew.
The poor thing never had a clue.
He lost everything to his addiction.
Now his life is like a book of fiction.
Copyright © Bethany Templeton | Year Posted 2005
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