Victim

I have to kill this urge, to take these pills that chill my nerves, whenever I get mad, if only I never had, popped that first pill, then I'd be back in what i thought was once real, but I'm cursed still, to take more than my last trip, I've had it, driving my car on the high-way, skid, flipped, and crashed it.

Hospitalised, treated for wounds, and that's when the cop realised, I was drugged up, so they stuck me up in a cell, no windows and my cuffs were locked, I cussed a lot, til my time was up, and I must've got, the craves again, Cause i went back to my old ways again, Can't stop, I'm a slave to them, and I still can't wait, 'til the day it ends.

ITS THE PILLS AND THE CANNABIS,
THE COKE AND THE cANCER STICKS,
I HOPED I COULD HANDLE IT,
SAID I'D ONLY SAMPLE IT,
THEN I MET ADDICTION,
NOW I'M TAKING HANDFULS OF IT,
KNEW I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED,
CAUSE NOW I SIMPLY CAN'T QUIT.