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this is a poem/ song i wrote a while ago about loosing a friend to her own bad choises. |
| When did occasion become addiction When did the spiral start Do you know the truth Or do you chalk it up to art. Innocence traded for something new Something that destroys you The substance becomes the master the master now the slave The child once was sweet now she’s selling off the street Her life’s worth nothing But the price that he’ll pay Will her new friends be there, after today? When did occasion become addiction When did the spiral begin Do you know the truth Will you ever win. Circumstances change the seen But bear no weight on fate Our choises make us who we are So who the hell are you? You blame the weather Blame your friends But it’s all down to you And when theres nothing left to take Will you end up on the street When did occasion become addiction When will the spiral end Do you know how the story will close Will you break or bend? |