That my addiction was over,
No more lost lover,
No traces left of anything,
That could tie us back together,
That could link one another,
But I am not.
I wished I where,
Kicked off in a rehab,
But I never where,
I am still hanging on,
The the littlest bit of hope,
It is not yet done.
If I where clean,
I made sure to never see,
You ever again,
For I don't want any flashbacks,
To when,
I where an addict.
If I where only clean.
If I where only clean... But there is no escaping this world. |
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