The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it.
You suddenly realise who you are
and why you are trapped inside this blur.
Each sting gets you thinking about life,
hanging onto every promise I ever made myself,
wishing someone told me to never start
something that would be so hard to give up.
The memories are like a visit from an old lost friend,
and oh my,
how I do miss my ever so trusted friend.