missmegandelaney
Bluelighter
Honestly, I know it could be so much worse.
Life should be a blessing, not an evil curse.
I have family and friends that love me.
They do their best to make me happy.
But my soul has been broken.
Rehab wasn’t this magic token.
It wasn’t some magic place to make me better.
I’m standing in a rainstorm and the only thing i’m getting is wetter.
You ask me if i’m high, and I shake my head.
“I’m clean and sober”, now I said.
But it’s all an act and I play the main role.
When the night shows itself, I cry and pray for my soul.
It’s not just some high, it’s more than a feeling.
It fixes things in my head that require healing.
But you can’t put out a fire with matches.
When one problem is solved, the other hatches.
I’ve started seeing this nice young lady.
I pay her 30 bucks so she can try and save me.
She has her degree in psychotherapy, she’s knows the right things to say.
But there’s no class that teaches you what to do when the devil wants to play.
‘just feel it’ he said. I said no.
He didn’t care. So to the drugs I must go.
I don’t know what is worse.
This evil man, or the dope bag in my purse.
One day, they both won’t be around.
I’ll be able to sleep in my bed, safe and sound.
Honestly, I know it could be so much worse.
Life should be a blessing, not an evil curse.
Life should be a blessing, not an evil curse.
I have family and friends that love me.
They do their best to make me happy.
But my soul has been broken.
Rehab wasn’t this magic token.
It wasn’t some magic place to make me better.
I’m standing in a rainstorm and the only thing i’m getting is wetter.
You ask me if i’m high, and I shake my head.
“I’m clean and sober”, now I said.
But it’s all an act and I play the main role.
When the night shows itself, I cry and pray for my soul.
It’s not just some high, it’s more than a feeling.
It fixes things in my head that require healing.
But you can’t put out a fire with matches.
When one problem is solved, the other hatches.
I’ve started seeing this nice young lady.
I pay her 30 bucks so she can try and save me.
She has her degree in psychotherapy, she’s knows the right things to say.
But there’s no class that teaches you what to do when the devil wants to play.
‘just feel it’ he said. I said no.
He didn’t care. So to the drugs I must go.
I don’t know what is worse.
This evil man, or the dope bag in my purse.
One day, they both won’t be around.
I’ll be able to sleep in my bed, safe and sound.
Honestly, I know it could be so much worse.
Life should be a blessing, not an evil curse.
