Addictions and Heartache

Who and what would I be if I could not see? How would I know what was in front of me? And could I sense what was really there? Or would I think it was not fair? Who and what would I be if I could not feel? How would I know if love was real? If I could use that inner voice... Would I realize I had a choice? Who and what would I be if I could not hear? How would I know what not fear? If I could remember who I was... Or would I trade it for that little buzz? Who and what would I be if I could not smell? How would I know or even tell? If I could be happy once more... Or would I choose to shut that door? Who and what would I be if I could not taste My lifes feels like such a waste Just want to fly like a dove Unable to be with my one true love Who and what would I be if I could not speak against the poison I am weak I've been so lonely, crying like a fallen child The sadness inside is growing more wild Who and what will I become if I keep on this path? How would I handle Hells great wrath? If I don't stop my lifes at stake 'Cause the addictions waiting for my soul to take. Who and what would remember me Perhaps only the heart we carved on that big oak tree Cant live this way, I'd rather die So when Im gone ....Please dont ask why Brandy Franklin