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.