The Devil and Me 3
8 weeks gone by, a lot has changed,
but one thing hasn't, my anger remains.
I have control, well I think I do,
not lashing out, the way I use too.
Life's not so confusing, I have a little clarity now,
I still have my little moments, when no one is around.
As each day passes, a little easier it becomes,
to deal with normality, without prescription medicine.
6 1/2 years, I shoved that rubbish down my throat,
they said it would help me and it wasn't addictive , now that was the joke
For whom I came, I never wanted to be.
the devil and me, I have survived round 3.
M.Mahauariki © 2007
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