Death By Stupidity

November 24, 2015

It doesn’t matter what the drug is

They’re all forms of death

Yet I continue with my justifications

At least it isn’t meth

But does that make it right to do

Now’s where I confess

I drove the road of addiction

And now my life’s a mess.

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