Traveling down a road
with pills, weed
addiction written in stone
From highs to lows
going up and down
Chemicals reap what we sow
rehabilitation bound
Still I keep shuffling
my heavy muscle relaxed feet
Knowing this is the life of rockstars
Once you've reached the high
you still have to come down
and the way is steep
And when you come down
You can never take the stairs
The elevator is out of order
The only option is to fall
And fall you will
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