It’s been almost a year now that I’ve been clean
It hasn’t been easy, the with drawls,
many a jones, many a friend.
Evan now as I write from cell
Many more days to come in this living hell
But when my time is done
I will finally be free
Not back to the life of drugs
But back to being healthy, back to the “old” me.
What a difference a year can make
No more living lies or being a fake
There was once a time
I lived for nothing but Meth
but that wasn’t living
For I came close to death
I lived now for my myself, my family, and life
I can’t wait to walk down the aisle
And become a good wife
I tried it once before
But I wasn’t sober
It lasted two months
And then it was over
When I was high it didn’t much matter
Whatever it took, and made the wallet fatter
another day, another store, another box of pills
I knew the risks involved, butt….
priority was having pipe to fill
So I took my chances and life seemed great
But with Meth it’s short-lived
You’ll soon meet your fate
You’ll loose everything, get hurt, and end up in jail.
It’s a promise Meth keeps never to fail.
So if you think you’re okay
And it won’t happen to you
Don’t be stupid, get real
I used to the think that too.
Meth does not choose favorites
It will get you, almost automatic
Please listen to me, I know
I’m a METH ADDICT
