I was feeling great,
I’d got myself straight,
I was totally filled with elation,
There’s no debate,
On thin ice I skate,
Whenever I’m hit with temptation.

I refuse to crack,
When substance I lack,
I do my best not to give in,
Going on the attack,
Repels the flak,
But it’s got to come from within.

Being told by a few,
What I need to do,
In reality is not what I need,
For me to come through,
I know that it’s true,
I’m the one who must lead.

Some see addicted,
As being afflicted,
By some strange incurable disease,
The way it’s depicted,
It’s all self-inflicted,
We think we can do as we please.

I once thought the same,
It was all just a game,
I could quit whenever I wanted,
When I’m in the frame,
I’m totally to blame,
The thought of it, still leaves me haunted.

There are cynics galore,
To them we’re a chore,
They will say, we’re sick in the head,
When I want to score,
It then leads to more,
Some believe, we’d be better off dead.

I’d just like to say,
I’ve managed today,
To stay clean, I would beg steal or borrow,
My fears you’d allay,
If for me you would pray,

‘’ I Can’t Say What Will Happen Tomorrow ‘’