We can't reverse the past
It makes us who we are
Criminals and dope fiends
In a constant state of war
Longing to be better
Instead of locked inside a cage
Beating heads against the wall
From defiance into rage
Wanting so much more to show
Than track marks on our arms
Fingering our puffed up veins
Knowing dope would make them warm
Crying out in disbelief
Why must our minds betray
Towing the line of sobriety
Only to find that we have strayed
Spoons and cottons, rigs and belts
Our toolbox of disgrace
Running around in circles
Like lab rats in a maze
Please can we be normal
Simple humans with a goal
But our hearts and minds they love our drugs
Holding needles till we're old.
©velvetink
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