Untittled

Replaying your words,replaying the fights,
rembering all the fu.ked up nights,
thought it was fun,the feeling in all,
gettins so fu.ked up to where i crawl,
wakeing up everrday in a different city,
to me the the drugs gave me more than pity,
than i let him pull me into theaddiction agaian,
when i told him what happen way back then,
we both held hands and we both fell,
but at the end only one of us has a story to tell..

about me and my babys dad,drugs..plez coment and check out my others