On My Mind

We’ve both messed up
You hit me in my blind spot
I wanted to get high and fly by
While you cut and jut
We began to spiral downward
I tried to be a coward
I wanted to pick up and leave
It was easier not to believe
Drugs took over
It made me bipolar
They sent me to rehab
To prevent relapse
And to detox
My new family
I soon have to leave in agony
We became close so rapidly
Now its time for me to go back to my baby
I’ll keep in contact with them, maybe
I’ll be off to another state
To make my life great
With my future in one hand
My sobriety in another

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