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I think I have had enough of this shit
Yet every time I get the chance, I take a hit Not caring what it has done to me The effects which are clear for everyone to see But every time I say I'm going to get clean I go four to five days, then back to the dope scene I don't know why I am always giving in Wasting my life this way must be a sin All the time trying in vain To erase the madness and end the pain It has always been the answer to all my heartache Once I am on it, life is a piece of cake Or at least it seems that way for a little while But not long enough to make me smile I am finally starting to see That all it is good for is causing misery I see it in my friends, in the mistakes they make You would think that alone would make me quit for my own sake Without it I know my life wouldn't be such a mess But saying goodbye to it is like losing an old friend, I guess An old friend that in the past always seemed to care An old friend that was almost always there But most of all, an old friend who I could always trust Trust to make me feel good, the way I always must But as the years have passed, that all is beginning to fade And all I have to look back on is all that it has made
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