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The truth about drugs |
Written for
No Reason For Living My pain and my suffering Brought you great joy, My heart just a trinket, A bauble, a toy. Kicked in the side, Disrespected, abused. An object of ridicule To keep you amused. I gave you my love, My life and my soul You threw it right back, Leaving a hole. Misery loves company, But I am alone, Beaten and bruised, From the pain you have sown. Shattered and broken, Stained and misused, No longer your toy No longer abused. No reason for living, No will to go on, No hope for the future, No longer your pawn. Now as I lie here In the grave you have dug, Waiting to end, My life as your rug, I remember your names, You have many I know. Alcohol, nicotene Crack, speed, and blow. I’ve known you intimately, We’ve had some good times, But those were a ruse, While you fed me your lines. I now know the truth, Though I learned it too late, I can’t turn back time, I’ve accepted my fate. But others I’ll warn, Not to follow my road, It all ends the same, No matter the load. Whether it’s cocaine, Ecstasy or meth, It all ends the same, DRUGS BRING DEATH. I wrote this for
DRUGS BRING DEATH. So simple, but true. |