by Nick McIntire

Created on: August 18, 2008

Addict

Glittering crystal, shimmering drink
Oh, wait my dear it's not what you think
It makes you feel "good"? Like you're alive?
Let's see, my dear, how long you survive

Not in your blood, dear, not there at all.
Won't take you long, son, not long to fall
Once you were good, you once were the best
Now like all the others, like all the rest

Creativity fell with a clunk

Not that you have become this, a drunk
What are you doing, dear, what to your health
What are you doing, son, what to yourself?

How will you justify all of your acts
Time to face up, face up to the facts.
I won't forbid, but won't condone
Who are you killing? You all alone

Stop this at once, your body can't take
All these decisions, decisions you make
You yourself wrote, decisions can kill
Hypocrite, here you are, doing it still

How will you hold you head in the light?
When you have drunk away in the night?
Who will you talk to? Who will confide
When you have drunk away all your pride

Wasted it is, all these your gifts
When looking for work, through bottles you sift
So wise on up, stop, be a man
Come on, you idiot, follow the plan

Your life has not been written this way
Your life shall not end in such foolish decay
Stop this, you fool, I can't defend
Once you have come here, here to your end.

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