Not Your Friend
These demons I struggle to fight
They win everytime I light the pipe
I can't seem to get a grip on life
I know if I don't stop soon I am going to die
Honestly, I'm already dead on the inside.
The drugs and the anger are controlling my life
I wish I had never laid hands on this thing called Ice
It feels awesome going in
But then it just fuels the anger
I got stored within
If I have any advice for you
I would warn you that this drug is not your friend
Better run while you can!
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