My Best Friend
When I am at my wits end
She comes through for me, she's my best friend
She gives me strength when I am weak
She supplies the thoughts for which I speak
There is no problem too great or small
She helps me to overcome them all
Anytime, anywhere when I need a shot
She's there to give me all she's got
As she flows throughout my veins
I start to forget all of life's pains
I start to relax and play it cool
No longer am I sobriety's fool
Whenever I need that big fix
She's able to stir just the right mix
Even though others may call her my sin
I simply call her my heroin
Copyright © Melissa Knepp | Year Posted 2010
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