Our struggle is real and without hope of ending.
Sweet at first but now its hard to handle and heart aching .
With every penny lost and every second spend;Regret.
With every vain effort not to and every reluctant indulgence;Regress.
Adding reps on the same action,
Subtracting our chances of recuperation.
Condemned to be always in debt,
Nomatter how high the bonus was on the last pay cheque.
Was we ever high?
Or that first puff took us on some psychological low,
That first shot stripping us of our law,
And those pills and potions have us starring in an immoral show?