and hope to God that I shall wake without a peep as the sheep countless jump through my mind while one pill is still on my mind like father time
And as I lay here pondering with addiction running through my mind like a ramped rampage that's running out of time as I lay my child in the grave for one last time as we all hope and wish for a cure that we will never find this is an addiction is like a crime will this be the last time as I lay me down to sleep and pray the Lord my soul to keep
and hoping
and praying for one more day so I will not have to hear my mother weeping
and shedding a tear because she lost her poor child from a puff or from a snort or from shooting up or from popping a pill or from smoking a blunt or overdosing on the next pill while being up on blueberry hill and we all hope for a cure but there's no way for a cure because you are just an poor old addict that has to push back from that last high because it's not a disease you're the only disease within yourself as I pray God for his almighty help as I look to my God and my dear mama for their unconditional love but will I die in this incurable hell that I've made for myself while waiting for the next addict to scream this is a disease but as I scream saying fuck that you made yourself an addict but we didn't make ourselves sick with this disease that lives inside of us you cuckoo foolish man or woman
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