Drugs

by Zach Cambria   Sep 20, 2005


Drugs-the word becomes a pest.
Our world is slipping carelessly, into these drugs which we invest.
Can you believe that happines has a price?
To feel uplifted not come naturally
no one listens to the simple advice,
You know, it helps actually!
Is it fun to smother yourself with smoke-
I suppose to break the aquard silence.
To me I\'d simply rather choke
Than be formed with such an alliance.
Maybee better to drink-
Then you would\'nt have to listen.
But then you just lie helplessly in your own little world.
In which at the end you pay a fee-
but at least you think its worth it because you get a whirl.
Some people do it to get a buzz, to feel relaxed and painless.
To take away your sorrow
and leave you feeling nameless.
It deletes your inner character-
your inner self.
you become poor of thought and absent of mind,
as you\'re taken from your wealth.
Peolple think: Ill have just one, it wont do much, or one wont kill me-As if you think YOUR in controll, it will sweep you away with one touch, youll see.
For one becomes another, adn then another, until you can not stop yourself from the addiction that it smothers.
You dont need it, so why
give me one good reason
why you have to alter your self with things
cant you see the harm that it brings?

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