Waking up; all sweaty and out of breath, only to find out,

That you need another hit of that godforsaken meth.

Dropping all of those false pretenses,

And pretending to endure,

Countless days wasted, trying to find a cure.

What once was, is no longer in existence,

It’s a wasteful action to reminisce about the past.

Instead open your inherent eyes,

And look into the horizon,

And fall in awe with a great deal of passion.

Think about the future, what’s yet to come,

Leave behind the past, what one has already regretfully done,

And live in the present, with no appalling regrets,

Never lose yourself, not even in the long distance,

Be always vivacious, and show resistance.

Wake up,  with a simple concrete goal,

Leave behind those wretched illusive addictions,

Cleanse your life, cleanse your soul.

No pain is worth the minute of ecstasy,

Don’t throw your life away, this easily.