The Old Life

When smoking trees weren't enough
It became time for the tough stuff
Extacy, pills, and cocaine
Took away the pain
But that high wasn't high enough
I began to snuff
Heroin became my love
It didn't make me feel disposed of
I told my new love that she wouldn't make me her slave
but instead i became enslaved
People started stirring the bowl instead of smoking it
I lost my wit
I began to rebel
I wanted to yell
Yell for help
But i thought I could self-help
despite my efforts, I was found out
My secret led me to one route
Rehab became my only option
I entered with caution
Summer Sky became my new home

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