Don't Let Those Demons Return
Being a drug addict is neither short nor sweet,
it demoralizes your identity and destroys your fate.
Chasing the dragon - that never ever seems to end.
making you person you had always thought to hate.
Remember growing up, you looked down on them...
standing in the shadows or on the corner of the street.
They hung out in the alleyways drinking their booze.
you crossed the road, they weren't people you wanted to meet.
But as you look back, you could deny it no more...
you were just like them, with a crack pipe to burn.
But then you sought help, found recovery & God
it's been over eight months, don't let the demons return.
You finally got a good job, and a hot new boyfriend,
you've got money to spare, and your dreams are in sight,
but down the corner, the one you hate to remember...
stands a dealers in chains, with crack pipe to light.
You walk past the corner, your eyes averted down
hoping that he doesn't see you, or call out your name
you sneak past the doorway - home free
honestly grateful you avoided the game
But he gets your boyfriend high one day
and when comes home stoned you show concern
You try to sober him up, get him back into the groove
as you try to fight the demons you don't want to return
it demoralizes your identity and destroys your fate.
Chasing the dragon - that never ever seems to end.
making you person you had always thought to hate.
Remember growing up, you looked down on them...
standing in the shadows or on the corner of the street.
They hung out in the alleyways drinking their booze.
you crossed the road, they weren't people you wanted to meet.
But as you look back, you could deny it no more...
you were just like them, with a crack pipe to burn.
But then you sought help, found recovery & God
it's been over eight months, don't let the demons return.
You finally got a good job, and a hot new boyfriend,
you've got money to spare, and your dreams are in sight,
but down the corner, the one you hate to remember...
stands a dealers in chains, with crack pipe to light.
You walk past the corner, your eyes averted down
hoping that he doesn't see you, or call out your name
you sneak past the doorway - home free
honestly grateful you avoided the game
But he gets your boyfriend high one day
and when comes home stoned you show concern
You try to sober him up, get him back into the groove
as you try to fight the demons you don't want to return
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