My Addiction

The pills make me feel better,
the smoke that i inhail.
The things that i digest,
the way i seem to fail.
The drugs i need for me,
the drugs you need for you.
The money spent on this,
the me thats sniffing glue.
The things i need to have,
the things i need to take.
The addiction i need to fill,
the money i need to make.
The me thats drank to much,
the me that starts to choke.
The me that just keeps buying,
the me thats always broke.
The me that can't get enough,
the me that yet needs more.
The me thats losing everything,
the me becoming poor.
The me that can't take it,
the me that hopes i've died.
The me thats on the building
commiting suicide.