things can change thank God for that,
i was once strangled up by my past,
the freedom to use doesn't come cheap,
it came at a cost im now a freak.
not a freak of nature but a freak to the core,
im no longer ripping you of to score,
im thinking of others and what i can do,
trying to help myself get through.
things can change thank God for that,
a look in my eyes will verify that,
a hopeless helpless junkie that's me,
somewhere out there i was lost at sea.
i did come ashore on occassion from sea,
couldn't understand why no-one knew me,
things can change on dry land i stand,
watching the tide with friends by my side,
no longer in pain or affraid to feel,
no longer a joke or the shit on a heel,
more to come from the one who was numb,
i can change so things certainly do
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