Why don't you stop?

I light up my torch and heat the stem.
Clearing my throat of all my phlegm.
The crushed up crystal all over a mirror.
As the tube heats up I nod my head nearer.
As the stem glows red, my heart starts to beat.
I've been waiting all day for this little treat.
I run the stem straight down the line.
Feeling a tickle run down my spine.
As the shards start to rush up the glass.
It turns from a powder into a gas.
I fill my lungs with the heavy smoke.
It goes down so smooth, I do not choke.
Promise myself this is my last toke.
I blow out a cloud of thick rich smoke.
Instantly feeling the rush through my veins.
Nothing more hurts, I'm free of my pains.
Feeling like I have been given a breath.
Thank you so much Crystal Meth.
A few hours later I'm crushing more powder.
The voice in my head starts to grow louder.
Years go by and I can't seem to quit.
I'm an addict who can't seem to admit.
This is a problem for me everyday.
It only took once and I lost my way.