Drugs
Drugs take your very existence away
Bad moods and loss of memory is the price that you pay
I used to like the person that you once were
But now that you are putting that poison in your body our future is unsure
All of our dreams are bashed because of your drug of choice
And when you smoke that crap the devil is your voice
I've begged you and begged you to please stop
but i am tired of being your own personal cop
You've already lost me and all the love is gone
there is no room for me you love your drug to much
Copyright © Michelle Phillips | Year Posted 2011
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