My Addict Ways
My addict ways...
It's been another one of those days,
I just had to have some "stuff"...
Of course, it wasn't enough-
Now, I sit here alone and broke,
Wanting just one more toke-
I bought all the dope my
Money could buy....
Because I was chasing and
chasing the high.
Everyday, I live a Lie
Everyday, I chase the high.
I'll do any drug, in any form-
In my room or in your dorm.
I'll do drugs anytime, any place....
Behind your back or in your face.
My life's some what of a haze...
I've been up for too many days.
Pop some pills, won't pay my bills.
Smoke, snort, or in my vein-
All outright lies, All the same.
My addiction is a never ending
lie that I tell......
But what can I do?
Definitely not dwell..
Yet, I must do something,
for my life is a living Hell...
Don't you hear me? Must I yell?
I am sick of being sick, it is
Time to get well.
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