A promise of feeling better
Much better than yesterday
Becomes a drug filled haze
An escape into a maze
And as the habit grows
So the confusion it sows
To match the very first high
A deluge for just a sigh
The vicious circle grows
The fun no longer glows
The piper must be paid
More problems everyday
No one else could delay you
Of where it all would lead
Now you scream for help
From squares you disagreed
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