I lay in this cold bed looking at the ceiling, thinking of what has been done
I promised myself I wouldnt go back to my favorite drug
I even promised my mother I wouldnt
She looked in my eyes but i dodge her sunlite eyes
She knew I was lying
She knew I promised her just to keep her from crying
But I did it again
I didnt take my medicine and now Im bloody
Its my blood!
Im bleeding because she was resisting like I was officer
Now I hear two people crying.
My wife yells "look at what youve done"
I refuse cuz ill cry
Im have more shame then a man begging on the corner
Even as my anger cures, those voices
Those crying voices wont stay out of my head
My anger got the best of me
When my high is gone Im stuck feeling like that stray dog walking against traffic
So I ask myself has my anger gotten the best of me?