The Junkie - I Used To
I used to have a wifeTo come home to every night
I used to see my son
I used to hold him tight
I used to have a job
It used to pay quite good
I used to have a house
I thought I always would
I used to have some friends
Id see them now and again
We used to go out sometimes
life was much better when
I used to have it all
There was nothing more to get
It used to be so different
I wasnt a junkie yet
Poetry by AL DAMORE
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 02:43
Tags Drugs  Regret 
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