Addictive
It makes you high,
it makes you low.
You loose your friends,
you get anxious and slow.
You say you’ll only try it once,
but then you’re not able to stop.
You say you’ll quit when you want,
but all that exists is a never ending drop.
Do you know the pain?
Of the wanting of Cocaine?
Have you felt an hour's quiver?
Or the morning after shiver?
Do you know that wrenching feeling,
When you're staring at the ceiling?
When the light begins to dance,
And death seems a better chance?
Or do you hate yourself?
For squandering your wealth,
On a white demon lover,
That makes your loved ones suffer.
The shame is just the same,
When you're addicted to Cocaine.
When you’re on you favourite drug,
you think you’re free from all the pain.
When you’re off you’re favourite drug,
you know you’re free from all the pain.
it makes you low.
You loose your friends,
you get anxious and slow.
You say you’ll only try it once,
but then you’re not able to stop.
You say you’ll quit when you want,
but all that exists is a never ending drop.
Do you know the pain?
Of the wanting of Cocaine?
Have you felt an hour's quiver?
Or the morning after shiver?
Do you know that wrenching feeling,
When you're staring at the ceiling?
When the light begins to dance,
And death seems a better chance?
Or do you hate yourself?
For squandering your wealth,
On a white demon lover,
That makes your loved ones suffer.
The shame is just the same,
When you're addicted to Cocaine.
When you’re on you favourite drug,
you think you’re free from all the pain.
When you’re off you’re favourite drug,
you know you’re free from all the pain.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Di Angeli: | Vrijdag, november 15, 2002 19:01 |
| Strijden is pijn lijden. Als je jezelf begrijpt, kan je ook pas de stappen overwinnen naar de toekomst. Verslaving is een doorn voor de omgeving maar vooral voor de verslaafde. Geen weg is zo makkelijk als de weg van de vlucht in.... Het is een mooi gedicht Charissa die veel kan betekenen voor anderen. En voor jezelf, want ook jij wil toch vooruit? |
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| Charissa: | Maandag, november 11, 2002 13:38 |
| Geen songtekst. Gewoon mijn tekst. Mijn gevoelens. Gaat soms beter in het engels. |
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| VUURWATER: | Maandag, november 11, 2002 11:31 |
| Erg mooi!!!!!!! Is het een songtekst of wat? |
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| Auteur: Charissa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2002 | ||
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