Cocaine

It started with a line, then it was a gram,
before I know it, it's got me by the balls- wham!
The first hit's the best, then I start chasing it
but I know it's pointless, my money- I'm wasting it.
Like everything else, it's good at the time,
even makes me feel powerful
'cos I'm committing a crime.
But during the week, that's when it hits me,
depression sets in, it's starting to get me.
Not eating well, not sleeping well, I'm feeling guilty as hell.
Angry at myself for spending all that money,
could have booked a holiday, it's not even funny.
"That's me off it!", I've heard it all before
but deep, deep down, I know that's not the score.
Friday comes around, I'm feeling better now,
before I know it, the weekends over and I'm asking myself, "how?". 
A vicious circle.