|have you ever been addicted?|
the feeling you get, makes you simply forget,
forget the pain and anguish,
forget your many regrets.
in your normal state, you contemplate-
yet the outcome stays the same.
In a flash of a second we're gone-
and as the straw hits the mirror, we step back-
we're driving the car- babbling about nothing.
thinking about what we want, just a little something.
the glamour you feel when the white hits your brain,
gives you a crazy feeling, the feelings insane.
and we're energized, and we're smiling, flashing our pearls,
and our hands are shaking and we're grinding our teeth and our body curls.
and 20 minutes later, the dark clouds begin to shower,
and only one thing can brighten up our night,
the magic white powder.
so another line shoots out, and shoots up- to our brain,
and you feel this feeling once more, the feeling is purely insane.
as is the process of life as an addict,
the party is pleasure, but the after party is panick.
yet you always find yourself alive in the morning,
feeling normal, happy and fine,
yet this thought repeats in our heads through the day,
on and on it recurs and the thought repeats-
"just one more line"
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