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Meth's Price Tag

What did you pay?
Just asking, if I may

Did it cost you your smile?
You walk like you've been dragged a country mile

You lost a lot of good friends
Even their hearts need time to mend

It saddens me
When I have to see
Your heart is no longer warm
Meth has done so much harm

I wish it was a lie
When you say you want to die
Please live your life with all your might
Put down the death pipe and fight

Do you think you paid too much?
Sold your soul for a bag of dope
Fiending on hands and knees, saving any lil' crumbs you touch
Refusing a friend's love and hope

You take your false stand
Raising your right hand
Yelling you haven't been beaten
But if you truly look at yourself, you'll see how much love your drug has eaten

Your pockets were once deep
Now the lint makes a heep
You don't dare sleep
Meth monsters in smoke and shadows, they creep

Do you remember when you gave a needed hug?
Guarding the glass dick with soft hands, loved ones given lonely shrugs
I miss the old you
When I see you,all I can ask is who
Because I can't recognize you

Remember when you played in the sand?
When you crossed the street, holding your mom's hand?
After that first plane ride , thanking GOD when your feet touched the ground?
And the neighbor's dog, Elvis, you always called a hound?

Sometimes the cost is one's precious life
Another angel gone to the clouds
Just wanted one more time to geek in strife
Now their body lays under a tear soaked mound

Please stop that evil habit
But all I ask from you
Remember to cherish every moment, and not a lil bit
Say your I love yous to people, before they listen about you from the church's pew

Was it really worth it?
Tuesdays turning into Sundays, and not rembering shit
Not caring each twist of the pipe, was Meth's Russian roulette

Either way you choose
My love for you continues
I pray the drug will loose
And you're no longer it's tweeked muse
Just_Me_
Written by Just_Me_
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Author's Note
I hope this makes someone think of what the drugs really cost... It made me realize all the things I meant to do, and loved ones I said I would spend time with today. That today was years ago. My...
I hope this makes someone think of what the drugs really cost... It made me realize all the things I meant to do, and loved ones I said I would spend time with today. That today was years ago. My life gone. Memories I can only see in pictures, that I'm not even in.
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