What happened to the high?
All I remember is the craving
It was so disappointingly short-lived
I know I felt ashamed
Were the sacrifices worth that moment?
Not knowing if I’d ever take another hit
Unsure it was worth hoping for
Guaranteed the pending agony
Convinced I wanted nothing else
The craving far stronger than the high
I can’t handle others with the craving
I want to kick my habit
But can’t bear the thought of others getting high
My addiction is unique and no one else can have it
Can I avoid a relapse?
Can I live without addiction?
If I find a new high will the craving be as powerful?
Because it’s not the high that breaks me
It’s the craving when it takes control
The Craving
November 15, 2007What happened to the high?
All I remember is the craving
It was so disappointingly short-lived
I know I felt ashamed
Were the sacrifices worth that moment?
Not knowing if I’d ever take another hit
Unsure it was worth hoping for
Guaranteed the pending agony
Convinced I wanted nothing else
The craving far stronger than the high
I can’t handle others with the craving
I want to kick my habit
But can’t bear the thought of others getting high
My addiction is unique and no one else can have it
Can I avoid a relapse?
Can I live without addiction?
If I find a new high will the craving be as powerful?
Because it’s not the high that breaks me
It’s the craving when it takes control
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