Drugs
With too much time on my hands I always think of you
We've had some good times, that much is true
But the things you took I can never get back
My soul vanished more with each tempting sack
I wanted to stop, I thought I was done
But it looks like again the devil has won
It can and will consume you so fast
And you're stuck with highs that don't last
My heart has blackened, my head a blur
I'm going to hell and that's for sure
Losing family and friends is oh so sad
All because of the fun we thought we had
In and out of jail, detox is never fun
But all I can think about is my next run
Somedays I'm just in my head
Somedays I wish I was dead
The moral of the story is to not take that first hit
Because you will fall into a bottomless pit
Copyright © Megan Labarthe | Year Posted 2012
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