I had this fight in my head,
Two voices screaming,
I always liked Good,
But listened to Bad.
Good always screamed,
That I was stronger than the drug,
But when the time came,
I squeezed her like a bug.
Bad always wishpered,
Right in to my mind,
That this one time didn't matter,
And I followed him blind.
Years later Sadness came by once,
And made me feel like sh×t,
She told me in that seconde,
That I was better than this.
Right on that moment,
The "light" I had seen,
I throw out all the drugs,
And now I'm 4 months clean.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
I had this fight in my head,
Two voices screaming,
I always liked Good,
But listened to Bad.
Good always screamed,
That I was stronger than the drug,
But when the time came,
I squeezed her like a bug.
Bad always wishpered,
Right in to my mind,
That this one time didn't matter,
And I followed him blind.
Years later Sadness came by once,
And made me feel like sh×t,
She told me in that seconde,
That I was better than this.
Right on that moment,
The "light" I had seen,
I throw out all the drugs,
And now I'm 4 months clean.
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