Meth
Oh the pain is raidiating again
need to snort,need to smoke
my brain is about to break.
Oh how I need you Meth,
Yet I hate you so much.
You take all my money,
you take my sanity to.
You ruin me with all you do.
You already took my family,
you already made me sick.
you already took my bones,
and soon my death you will make.
Meth you have ruined me,
I hate what you have made me.
A liar, a cheat, and a beggar
you create.
Cause oh how I have to have you,
oh the ache you create.
I can not ignore you,
no matter what I regret.
because at the end of the day,
you always win.
Here I am on my knees again.
Death would be kinder,
at times I do think
than to live in the stink
that you think is my life.
Someone please save me,
from myself,and deliver me
from this life that Meth did create.
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