My Addiction
I think i may have hit rock bottom
I am dreaming about my problem
I guess to confess this reality
is something i will have to agree?
I will admit to this narcotic
No drug hope in antibiotic
Self-control is the key to be free,
but its hard when i stay so thirsty
Withdrawal hits me with aching headaches
Sometimes i end up with body shakes
Maybe some restraint and a sponsor
keeps me from becoming a monster
There is nothing for this male Roffey
like a strong rich cup of black coffee
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