As I let my addiction progress, I felt more in distress; No matter how I did feel, all things always were going downhill; No matter how long I last, I fell always from slow to fast; As I let my addiction progress, I had just to confess; That my issues were more real, as I had reached no bottom still; I became the dark shadow I did cast, I was dead at last. I saw endeavor remained, I saw my life was not yet done; I saw a feather remained, I saw chances I still had one. Who once was young and blessed, today was just an old rotten mess; I was no longer strong, and I surely was not so young; I became prone to obsess, with terrible things I couldnt confess; And for the good times I did long, that did not come along; From the good I couldnt possess, I had some evil to address; In the bottom of hell I ended my song, where I did belong.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 05:46:25 +0000
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