Filling her lungs with smoke,
Slowly turning them black.
Inhaling so much smoke it makes her choke,
Grabbing the pills on the rack,
She swallows so many that she passes out.
Drinking so much whiskey it makes her vomit,
But she still drinks more and no one can make her stop it.
All the drugs,tobacco,and alchohol,
They make her feel so complete,
The feeling they give her is a feeling she just cant beat.
In her mind,she knows what she does is wrong,
But she feels she has to do this stuff.
After all shes not the best at staying strong,
She wishes she was tough.
She wishes she could stop with all the alchohol and drugs,
But shes addicted and without it she feels incomplete,
The feeling it gives her is a feeling she just cant beat.