The Things My Mother Told Me Not To Do
My memory slips
As the substance reaches my lips
No, this isn't okay
But I do it anyway
Feel it hit me hard
In depression, I starred
Could almost feel the handcuffs hit my wrists
But still not enough to leave behind this bliss
Such a monster I had become
Such a person gone numb
Such destruction ran through my veins
But at least it lessened the pains
Each time something new came along
Shoot it up, or light it up, nothing's wrong
False realities I bought into
Unbelievable nightmares I went through
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