When it first began

I thought it was alright

A few years later

I was in real tight

I stuck to it

With all my heart

But then it felt wrong

And my life fell apart

Ten years later

It got rid of me

Just tossed me out

For the whole world to see.

It took my own death to realize

That crystal meth is no friend of mine

Now that I'm dead

I realize

that it still has my soul

Wrapped 'round it's fingers

With so many more to go.

I may have helped with the crime,

But it has killed millions

When I only helped it kill myself.

It has many lives to take,

To even bother with it's conscience.

If you become friends with meth,

It will later be your enemy.

And then walk you to the door

Of your own death.