Repetitive and receptive, Of the past re-accepted.
accept this, my dreams wish disconnected.
I wish i could stop, but i just injected,
reinfected with the urge to keep takin the scurge.
Rid me of this thirst, that i try to kick to the curb.
For 3 years i've been living the blurb,
But now trying to quit, my lifes more of a blur.
Slurring words my career was going no-where.
But then i clutched a lifeline,
believed something was out-there.

Was on the right track, dumped the heroine and crack.
Had learned to live my life without using smack.
But again temptation kick in and it hit back,
attacked what i tried so hard to keep back.
And with no-slack it tightened it's grip.
hooked me back into relying on trip,
I slipped up and no have to once again, give up.
But it's hard when no-one will help you.
cos they feel you will do the same,
as the last time they carried you out of pain.
you'll go back and take their help in vain.
Even though you try to explain,
that you wont touch it ever again.

And now i'm slain to roll in my past news.
so please listen to my thoughts and views.
Take in the fact its hard to not abuse.
I hope this shows you the extremities of a simple deja vu.