Bad Habits/Confession
I make good money,
And I work really hard;
But I'm leading a life,
That's going leave me scarred.
I spend too much cash,
Though I know I shouldn't;
And if I had more will,
I know I probably wouldn't.
I quit smoking weed,
But started up again;
I'm fighting in a battle,
I don't even want to win.
I quit doing blow,
And again I gave;
But this drug's not a god,
It can't make me it's slave.
I stopped smoking rock,
And haven't touched it again;
That's a drug to which,
I will never give in.
So to my family and my friends,
Just give me some time;
I know that these habits,
Are all just in my mind.
I know it won't be easy,
And won't happen over-night;
But it is going to happen,
If it takes all of my might.
Gramps, I am sorry,
I know I've let you down;
But I'll make it up to you,
When my senses come around.
So until they do, to you,
I leave these last two verses;
No matter how much,
The truth tends to hurt.
I've been on these drugs,
For a very long time;
They've messed up my life,
And they've twisted my mind.
But I'm quickly growing up,
And straightening out my life;
But like I've said before,
It's all just a matter of time.
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Subject: Bad Habits/Confession |Poem| 
Wed Dec 31, 2008 2:58 pm
