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Tylynn Tryfonas

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- Addictions Of Life

Addictions Of Life (9 ratings)
         by Tylynn Tryfonas

What's addiction to you
Is it something you need, or something you do
"Recreational fun", that's what you say
What's that? Once a month, once a week, once a day
How old do you start, how old do you stop
Do you not want to say, or perhaps you forgot

What's addiction to you
Is it drugs, is it alcohol, or something you obessively do
How do you know what's okay and what is not
Is it the way you control it, or how it's controled by a cop
Do you compare your addiction on what you've tried
How do you know your not addicted, how long was your ride

What were your thoughts on the question you read
Was it, I'm not an addict, addicts are skinny crackheads
Or was it, I know that's not me, I know I'm okay
I know because I would never let myself travel that way
Do you control it or does it control you
If you answered, you control it. Are you sure that is true

Crack is a drug that will take over your life
But what about sex, do you it with many or just your husband or wife
Does it have true meaning or just a good feeling
-O- you love the feeling and sometimes you find the person appealing
If that's not an addiction then your fooling yourself
Just look at the files on the AIDS and STD's shelf

Okay what about pills, you say they're for pain
That's why they're sold on the streets, because it's controling your brain
Pills are what hot for some city streets
You buy a couple here and there, then turn into pill freaks
If you're not addicted wait til the comedown
I hear the withdrawls can take you six feet into the ground

Is working too much, controling your life
What about your family at home, a broken home can be the end of your strife
And the child you left home that saw you the most
Feels that you ignore then like an unwanted ghost
Sounds like an addiction, they have a name for it too
Workaholic's what they call it, but I'm sure that's not you

I love to hear that marijuana's okay
If that is the truth, you wouldn't need it to get through the day
It helps you relaxe and helps you unwind
Sound like a problem you keep from the world and out of your mind
The gateway drug, some say that's not true
But after that high you wonder what the other drugs will do

So stop pointing fingers and open your eye
Addiction is something we ware with disguise





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