Not By Myself
I didn't do this all by myself
You helped to create this hell.
It was suppose to be you and me
Meth came along and that made three
Your body was physically here
Losing you emotionally is what I feared
Busy on the phone is how you stayed
Resentment built stronger everyday
Taking another hit out this pipe
While being alone every night
Getting high with you was once fun
But now I think I'm about done
Losing our kids and a place to stay
By smoking this ice we gave it all away!
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