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Infatuation, Denial, Anger, Blame, Regret, Fault
My lover has names such as Crack, Pop and Snow,
My family doesn’t approve of a woman so low.
I think She’s quite lovely, when She’s all dressed in white.
But this problem of mine has caused quite a fight.
My addiction's a problem when I let it be,
I promise I have things under control. You’ll see!
It’s nothing less of a crime yet still nothing more,
Call me a liar and I’ll make this a war.
You told me to go, so I turned to leave,
But a prisoner held captive is what I will be.
So, please tell me again, where shall I go?
‘Cause I spent all my money on pills, booze and blow.
I begged you to help me a long time ago.
Are eight reasons enough to suffer so slow?
My mother, father and sister all decided to leave
I bet that when I die, they won’t even grieve.
Hands, hair and skin all covered in dust,
This powdered white magic serves as a must.
Oh, I wish I could stop, I really do!
But what’s the point in stopping if it’s all I can do?
I miss my dear family, and I should’ve known
But my fever for riding that white horse has grown.
Besides, it’s not like they helped me much at all.
It’s their fault—not mine—that I started to fall!