Disease Of Addiction

It's a sneaky little thing
That comes without a call.
When you think you have it conquered
Is when you lose it all.

Wherever you are going,
Or wherever you may be,
Don't think that it won't find you.
Or that you'll ever be set free.

It's tricky and deceiving,
Shows up without a trace.
No matter where you are,
It can smack you in the face.

You've fought it for so long,
That you think it's finally gone.
But don't ever be so sure,
To think you've found the cure.

You thought you had it in the bag.
It was locked behind the gate.
But silly you, you had no clue.
It's always out to get you.

You won't know when it's coming.
Or even that it's there.
You think that you can stop it
By drinking just ONE beer.

I have just one last tip,
Of its hidden little treat.
Think before you take that sip,
For you will soon be beat.

My friend, it is the worst disease,
I solemnly must say.
That you will find it lurks within,
Even to this day.

I've done all I can do,
Now it's up to you to fight.
But I see that you've made your choice,
When you drank into the night.

You stumbled across the floor,
And I couldn't take the sight.
There's no helping you no more,
So I'm heading for the door.

I'm begging of you please,
Don't ever make that choice.
To let the drugs control you
And take away your voice.

It's faster than a bullet,
In a gun up to your head.
Only you can pull the trigger,
But once you do, you're dead.