Taking Me Down
This addiction its sicken, and its takeing me down, try to stay sober but the devil seems to be winning .
This addiction its sick when you're so far into it that you fight the urge to get loaded and end up letting it win, its almost like it starts to control you cause soon as its around, every attempt you once had to stay away from it just doesn't exist, fighting these demons to not do this anymore, now so far into this drug that its getting harder to say NO, and its ever sader the fact that I know this is not the life I want to live, but not listening to my every instinct to just say no, not sure if this makes Spence to anyone because it does not to me, wanting so badly to set this addiction free, almost feeling powerless of my own self's actions to not get high, sounds pathetic saying all this but hopeing it helps me to get by without giving in, I'm still the same person, still feel the same love, but why is it so hard too just quit this drug???
Copyright © Terrah Young | Year Posted 2013
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