The Narcotic Nightmare

The narcotic nightmare begins when I rise with an ache in my belly and tears in my eyes, 

Been stuck on this treadmill just run on the spot,may tell you I'm happy but trust me l'm not,

I've danced with the Devil to Hell I have been,I've been living this nightmare since aged seventeen,

Hate the world and all in it I'm bitter inside,got a chip on my shoulder that's half a mile wide,

And a monkey I carry around on my back,since this narcotic nightmare got me hooked on Crack,

My life's now an existence through the motions I go,well I'd love to get clean but I just can't say,"No",

I'm a victim it seems of these drugs that I take,as my nightmare begins and I puke,sweat and shake,

Got a brain in my head so why do I not learn,it's that narcotic comfort for which I do yearn,

To bring me relief from the pain that I feel,always get my drugs somehow beg,borrow or steal,

Still I pray for salvation before I do break,from this narcotic nightmare God help me to wake.