I am fighting an addiction that I cannot seem to shift,

 

Every single time I try it makes me feel like shit,

 

So tasked with making myself better, I reach for another hit,

 

Looks like I’ve failed again, again my mind set split.

 

Round and round and round I go desperate for that ride,

 

The pace at which I’m spinning starts to hurt my eyes,

 

I hold on tight and pray to God I make it back alive,

 

If not its clear that I’ve gone under, my ship has now capsized.  

 

Daddy liked to drink and fight grandfather liked to smoke,

 

Mum would get stoned on weed and tell me another joke,

 

I guess any of these sins will do, My curiosity provoked,

 

Me into starting something that inevitably made me choke.