See that circle running fast, see that spinning you to task.
Quit the drug and feel the peace, too many hours brings new cravings.
It’s alright, it’s okay, this time your drug won’t make you stray.
You’ll do it just a time or two, then live happy and live like you.
What’s the trouble, it will pass, just one more fix this one’s your last.
Years go by so quick they do, time it passes when drugs own you.
Never drops the feeling doesn’t, never does the blood stop loving.
Just a feeling is all it is, just the high which your drug gives.
A way to own to live to breath, a way to die to give to cease.
Gotta love just what drugs do, they move your soul then leave out you.
– Thomas M. Watt