everytime it makes me nervous, when I discover myself..
tippin the vodka from the shelf, sayin "here's one to my health"
I'm an alcoholic, chronic smoker, while you can name the plan
to finding the secret of happiness, is finding a grain of sand..
laid in my hand, its there.. but I never knew it existed.
I had everything I ever wanted, but I blew it. it's twisted
I grew up a misfit, I was broke, one you'd call a loser..
fuck him, cause he's a dope smokin alcohol abuser.
I quit for a while, but the habit always followed me back
call it a knack for stringin words together. some Astonishing rap
I kept at it since a child, never knew it'd open the door,
to a hidden talent for writing stories for you folks on the boards..
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