My Addiction - Page 3

A naive girl led down the wrong path
A promising future pulled from her grasp.
So innocent and true for him
her heart grew.
Blinded by a drowning soul
A helping hand pulled in the same hole.
Tricked into a life where she never belonged,
2 years grasping for breath and barely holding on.
A spirit now free from their life full of pain,
She thanks God every day, "that it hadn't been me".
A miracle unexplained for the strength that saved a life,
From a torturing cycle that led the real her out of sight.
A wise and experienced soul confident in herself
Beginning to believe that there is something else,
Happiness worth living for, full of limits with no end.
Life is what you make it, the only chance you get
To live your life to the fullest, every day faced with taking risks
Will is the power given by God to make your own choice
In which road you choose to take

If only they knew, the pain I'm going through!
I remember when I had fun,
Felt like I was loved by every one.
I had energy to burn
So many things to learn
And every now and then
I believed I'll overcome this pain.
In the deepest of the night
Forgetting all my pride
I pushed the loved ones aside
Driving round in frenzy, swerving in pain
Just one more hit, to make me good again
Down the steep embankment, loosing all control
Slamming down the brakes, my car began to roll
Trapped in my own wreckage, unable to move
Underneath the cars frame, pinned inside the groove
By the wreck on Highway that stole my life away
Stood a loving Angel and I heard him say
This is your final journey from vast and distant trail
I'm taking you to heaven on my wings you'll sail

Deep down inside my demons dwell,
So secretly I've kept them well,
Where were you the night I fell?

Hell I fell deep into a hole,
Misplacing for some time my soul,
For 12 whole months they had their fun,
But can't their damage be undone?

I've laid them down to rest,
But still they burn within my chest,
They refuse to leave me in peace,
God their voices never cease!

I feel warm in the sun's brilliant light,
But fall weak by early night,
I feel safe when I'm awake,
My soul is mine and not theirs to take,

But when I recede into my bed,
They seize control of all that's in my head,
Rising quickly to their feet,
I lower my head and admit defeat.

I am beginning to want you, before I even know you.
I am wanting to save you, before I can hold you.

And I am mad, which for both of us is true;
But my addiction is not brown or white - it is you.

For you express your distress, with artistic disdain;
And you so eloquently allude to your tumultuous pain.

But still, you make me nervous and weary of your plays,
for I am not ignorant of the street corner's ways.

And I am cautious and slow, experienced enough to know,
that the tiger will always kill, for only blood can satisfy its fill.

But I am not a lamb to be sacrificed;
just a man who found his way from a life of vice.

And now that our lives have crossed, mixed-up and lost,
we are found, in these northern, cold-wintered towns.

What could it mean, this life, this dream?
Could that which is broken, ever mend?
Or will seeking out the familiar fix always be the end?

And I could let go, like the river and flow.
My mind a stream, wandering with gleam.

But I could stay; together we may,
make sense of it all, and forever, we fall.

In your everyday life you search for glory.
I'm addicted to meth and here is my story.
I went to high school just like you did.
I even had three kids,
but still I lacked confidence; I was sick to death,
so at the age of 20 I was introduced to meth.
I snorted a line.
Little did I know how my world would unwind.
I was spending all my cash on dope.
It wasn't long till I lost all hope
I was wheelin' and dealin', breakin' even at best
I was paying my dealer and doing the rest.
The relationship with my kids suffered the most
I was doing so many drugs; we weren't even close.
Now I'm locked up, cold sober.
I have the chance to start all over
I'm going to take the chance to have a life.
I'm going to start over as Joe Hay's wife.