One More Line

One more line and ill be fine
But If you offer, I can’t decline
One more line turned into nine
Who’s keeping score?
I know, I swore it was the last time
Today I’ll only do four...
The cycle of an addict is war. Signs we ignore. Getting clean becomes a chore
Excuses we give...
“i have to ween, its a disease, it’s in my genes”
A fucked up routine, trying to stay unseen
Did I say four? my bad, I did sixteen
I admit I’m a prisoner to it..can’t commit to quit
It’s true, every line I blew, my addiction grew
I’m sorry for what i put you through
Tried to keep it out of your view
But you always knew...left to many clues
When I blow snow, no longer slow, wanna go
Avoid the fall, throw adderall in the eight ball
Pupils dilate, feel great, heart rate elevates
Up late, can’t think straight, bad mind state
Anxiety won’t eliminate, Opiates to sedate...
if I don’t change, Death will be my fate
Hope it’s not to late to start a clean slate
I hate how I hesitate...
I’ll give an update when addiction I terminate
One more line, maybe nine, thirty-eight...
I’m no longer fine.