Life of an Addict
Here I sit full of pain,
Tears rolling down my face like rain.
Bottle in one hand,
Pills in the other,
Should I take them or just drink another?
Stealing and lying thatís what I've done,
At first it was all just for fun.
One by one they go down; as time flies by,
But in the end I'm begging GOD why?
Soon I lost everything, my family and friends,
Is this the life I wanted till my bitter end?
Shaking and screaming because I need my fix?
But they tell me take them; watch their next trick.
This is something that cannot be cure,
Itís the life of addiction as you've heard.
I look in a mirror asking is that me,
Asking myself will one day you be free?
Day in and day out itís all just a battle,
But this time will I let my cage be rattled?
I've giving up all for five minutes of fun;
My fight with addiction will never be won,
Till the day I take my last breath and set my soul free.
My life that I chose will just have to be.
I wish to suffer no more,
As I lay shaking on this cold hard floor.
Iím drowning with my hand stretched forth,
But no oneís around me of course.
I hope they'll understand my life of addiction,
But to most of them itís just a story of fiction.
Iíll sit begging to be free.
Wishing this disease would just let me be.
Even though the life of addiction is hard to bear,
Iíll truly be free with my last breath of air.[/font]