old habits die hard.

improv'd music, to a piece i wrote

oh, i want to feed my addiction
but the dealers don't carry what i crave
the withdrawls are quite the affiction
sometimes i wonder how i'll get through

oh, you're a habit, diffcult to break
and how much i fall when you're not around
i'll always drop positive for a broken heart
and i see why they say old habaits die hard

oh, i'm cold, shaky and empty
but rehab is a symptome. not a cure.
i feel for me there is no hope
i'll carry this broken crutch till i go

Category:

Music

Tags:

• old
• habits
• die
• hard
• alex
• tetreault

[alexthebeast]

weird click noise.

[sisterwin2]

sad poem... I expected a happy ending ....look at ibogaine