I'm not a saint
I must confess
When I'm done I hope of me
You won't think any less
It started when I was 19 years old
When I decided It would be fun
To swing on a strippers pole
Now it was fun
I'll admit that's a fact
But the happiness I portrayed
Was all just an act
Next on the wheel of disaster
Alcohol was the the slave
I sought to master
In the end I found
It was not the answer
Along came the drugs 1.. 2.. 3.. 4
I tried them all
And maybe a few more
But I just ended up lying
In a pool of blood on the floor
All my friends
And family I left behind
Just so I could lose myself
In my own mind
After a while the way I was living
Lost it's shine
And eventually
I had to draw the line
So from the dark
Drug filled place
I found a brighter
Cleaner head space
One where everything wasn't wrong
And where I truly felt I belong
Now I live a life
That is clean and pure
Cause from that mess
I found the cure
She is cute and sweet
It is her I adore
She gave me a reason to live for.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
I'm not a saint
I must confess
When I'm done I hope of me
You won't think any less
It started when I was 19 years old
When I decided It would be fun
To swing on a strippers pole
Now it was fun
I'll admit that's a fact
But the happiness I portrayed
Was all just an act
Next on the wheel of disaster
Alcohol was the the slave
I sought to master
In the end I found
It was not the answer
Along came the drugs 1.. 2.. 3.. 4
I tried them all
And maybe a few more
But I just ended up lying
In a pool of blood on the floor
All my friends
And family I left behind
Just so I could lose myself
In my own mind
After a while the way I was living
Lost it's shine
And eventually
I had to draw the line
So from the dark
Drug filled place
I found a brighter
Cleaner head space
One where everything wasn't wrong
And where I truly felt I belong
Now I live a life
That is clean and pure
Cause from that mess
I found the cure
She is cute and sweet
It is her I adore
She gave me a reason to live for.
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