Addicted , by Little Miss Meeks
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Do you think you could cope?
With everything I’ve been through
Try climbing this slippery slope
Start to sniff glue
This isn’t what you think
It was not my own fault
I feel like I’m about to shrink
I’m starting to unbolt
You’ll want to escape
Any way you can
You’ll take every last scrape
You’ll become a different man
Don’t look at me and frown
Imagine yourself in these shoes
Try to avoid breaking down
There are so many different blues
Unless you experience this
You’ll never understand
And you’ll never give it a miss
You think I’m in dreamland
You will just stare at me
As I walk past
I’m a good sight to see
But this is what you want last
I started this to help me cope
Now it’s a habit
Try walking on my tightrope
This isn’t what I wanted, not one bit
I want you to know
Try to comprehend
Just have one go
And this will never end
There’s no way to explain
You just have to see
How this can drive you insane
No one will set you free
Just one thing
Before you try one hit
Once you start there’s a cling
There’s noway you’ll quit
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Posted: 2008-03-12 07:15:32 UTC |
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