The Old Life

When smoking trees weren't enough It became time for the tough stuff Extacy, pills, and cocaine Took away the pain But that high wasn't high enough I began to snuff Heroin became my love It didn't make me feel disposed of I told my new love that she wouldn't make me her slave but instead i became enslaved People started stirring the bowl instead of smoking it I lost my wit I began to rebel I wanted to yell Yell for help But i thought I could self-help despite my efforts, I was found out My secret led me to one route Rehab became my only option I entered with caution Summer Sky became my new home