Through The Looking Glass

Addicted

Meth is an upper,

The Meth is a high,

A girl named Crystal,

She's addicting no lie,

Her cloud is uplifting,

Until she says bye,

And the cloud comes down,

While questioning why,

As your feet touch the ground,

With the sound of a sigh,

Thought is shrouded,

By trying to fly,

And even though,

We all seem to think,

That the liquor is quicker,

Truth of it is it makes you much sicker,

It gives you the spins,

And kills off the cells within your brain,

Drugs do nothing but keep us in pain,

We long for something,

To stop all our suffering,

But like a bad connection,

Are soul's are just buffering,

Left with a greater,

Feeling of agony,

Pain, heart break,

And in the wake of a tragedy,

Lives being lost,

All that drugs and or drinking are,

Life and death choices,

Because your life's what it cost.