I am having those crazy needs,
Why do I have these cravings,
I want to forget my past,
I do not want to go raving.

I am trying not to think back,
I have the fucking shakes,
I want it all to stop,
My body fucking quakes.

I am reliving what I did,
God Damn it I want to forget my past,
I should call my sponsor,
I know that shit won't last.

I guess one joint wouldn't hurt,
I can alwayz find my pail,
I bet I could fill it up quick,
But I would find myself back in jail.

I guess one strip wouldn't hurt,
I can find it real quick,
No one would know,
That I was getting ready for one last trip.

I guess one shot wouldn't hurt,
What's wrong with being up for a few days,
I thought it would be ok for one last pop,
I never thought I would sleep for the rest of my days.

I guess one pop wouldn't hurt,
I promise that it's a good pill,
I guess it was the best for me,
Who would have ever thought it would kill.

By Chris Weis
02-11-2006

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