This is your addiction speaking And I am anxious to report…. That those family plans you made, You must now abort. Because you failed to buy enough, Of your drug of choice. What’s up? You didn’t think… Your addiction had a voice? Well, now you know, So let’s go… And do what must be done. I don’t care if it’s not fair, ‘Cause now I’m #1. I’m the boss; I’m in control, I tell you what to do. I’m the one that runs this show, I’m in charge of you. So tell your mate, You’re running late. There’s been a change of plans! Now your life belongs to me, It’s no longer in your hands. I’ll make decisions from now on, I’ll have something to say. So tell your children that you have… No time left to play. I will be your everything, No need for anything else. Forget about your family, And think only of yourself. Grab your keys; get in your car, And let’s go… get some more Of the drugs that gets us high. What’cha crying for? Oh, my bad…. You thought you had Willpower over me. Or maybe it’s because you hoped That you would never be… Addicted to a substance… That would make you act this way. Or feel the way you feel, Or say the things you say! Perhaps you thought, That you could stop… If you wanted to. But now you see, It’s up to me! There’s not much you can do. Didn’t someone warn you? Not to mess around with drugs? Now it’s plain to see, Why you’re searching through your rugs. What of truth and honor? Well, now I’m glad you asked! ‘Cause just like making family plans, They’re something of the past. Irritation and confusion, Agitation and despair. These are the disguises… I decided, You will now wear. While self-destruction and depression, Anger, hate and paranoid. Are some of the feelings You no longer will avoid!Birth sign: Aquarius
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