Brenda's Gone

I don't mean to be someone I'm not. I'd love to be clean But my spirit just rots, I've quit before That's the easy part. Then the addict inside Takes over my body And takes over my brain, Constantly there To keep me insane. Brenda's gone And what you see, Is that perfect person I pretend to be. The dope has my body And has my soul, I have my paper And I have my pen. When I write I'm Brenda again. But then ... I read what I wrote And I cry, Because my words yell and scream For the addict inside To die.