Rehabilitated
This is coming from the bottom of my heart.
Upon my release I'll have a brand new start.
Get to make up for all of my lie's.
Wasn't me I deeply apologize.
The person I was, became a person I'm not.
With my addiction, all the trouble it brought.
Mom I'm sorry, I was so weak.
Hurt you badly, now we don't even speak.
I know it must of been really sad.
What happened to the baby you once had.
With it all being harder for you than me.
Can't imagine how difficult I became to see.
You givin me money, so I could get by.
Even when you knew, was going to get high.
Doing it all, to keep me safely out of jail.
With all of that I created my own hell.
I'm very thankful to have another shot.
May stumble a bit but fall I will not.
Hope you can see all of my sincerity.
Time for me to be the man I was suppose to be.
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