I call myself an addict because its the pain I can’t live without,
Just when grasp a little bit of peace, another problem will sprout,
Always fighting an endless battle, feels my energy is running out,
Getting tired of living, to me the definition of life is in doubt,
Unless you’ve reached rock bottom you wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.
It’s quite tiring and uninspiring feeling every time you are down,
Noticed it’s easier to access drugs than genuine hugs, everybody is a clown,
Your so called friend will watch you meet your end so you can be the talk of the town,
So when I’m awake I’ll put on a smile that’s fake, doesn’t benefit anything if I frown,
It’s not cool but if hell was a school I believe I deserve a graduation gown.
Addiction isn’t just limited to drugs, let me give you some clarity,
Though no suprise people turn to them, ironically to help maintain their sanity,
The euphoria is temporary so I can probably say its all in vanity,
But its worth a little piece of happiness in a world with little humanity,
Hence people are not addicted to drugs, we are just addicted to escaping reality.
Words by Muriuki 