The Answer Is There

PEOPLE PEOPLE Please hear my plea Those drugs you got will not set you free That pain and suffering its not the world's fault Its that needle that straw and even that dot How much you thought you finally found The secret to happiness but it drove you straight through the ground but I'm not addicted I can stop anytime Well give it a week or a month or until the end of this rhyme You suffer from this thing some call a disease And if you continue on you'll suffer a consequence like me Jail institutions and death what a lie Until you realize is the truth and quite right The last thing you want is to be laying in bed Sick close to death and full of regret Or even trapped in a small windowless cell Wondering if this is the end of your tale So throw away those needles get rid of that line That baggy those pills They're just a waste of your time The truth is simple and lies in a book Called Alcoholics Anonymous Read it just once and you're hooked There's these events called meetings That are a such a sight to see Full of fun loving people Living this life called recovery It might be scary when you enter at first But I beg you PLEASE give it a chance. You'll be surprised what you're worth