When I was born, I was alone,
but as I grew, I learned about you.
Growing up wasn't bad, I had plenty of toys,
and in my teen years, I had plenty of boys.
I worked really hard to put food on my table,
had a nice car, a house and TV with cable.
Life wasn't that boring, I had things to do,
I even had friends, until I met you.
I made it to 30 without smoking crack,
Oh how I wish, I could get those years back.
I learned to connive, steal, rob and lie...
I learned how to numb, just by getting high.
I sold my soul to the devil, then begged to be used,
then cried and complained when I was abused.
Crime wasn't the answer, time and again I would fail
and it was prison that saved me, when I couldn't make bail.
The day has finally come, I sure hope that I'm ready,
to do the right things to keep my life steady.
To stay sober and clean, I must leave behind...
have to put my husband and friends out of my mind.
I'll go back to school and learn a new trade,
then find a job, where I can get paid.
One day at a time, I'll get my life back,
One day at a time, I won't smoke crack.
I wanna grow old, not wither and die
but that's what will happen if I keep getting high.
I know what to do, and how to stay free,
and this time around... I'm Gonna Do It For Me!
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