“RECOVERY???”
It was so much fun
in the beginning
doing drug and alcohol
and I eagerly answered their call
never thinking I would fall
but then things got worse.
It took most of my income
my bills were not paid
and my addiction
became a curse
those I loved abandoned me
they could not stand to see
all my bad habits making
a monster out of me
I begged and borrowed
and stole from them
in ways that made them bleed
till I could no longer be trusted
and I got busted
and put in recovery
Recovery is more painful
than any other disease
drugs need to eat a hole
right through your soul
when they cannot be pleased
I fled from it too many times
and did some stints in prison
then violated my probation
as I sunk into Damnation...
with a Judge who wasn’t lenient
I begged but he wouldn’t listen
and back to prison I was driven.
I was sodomized and suffered
from convicts who dealt cruel blows
that broke my teeth and wounded me
Horrors no human should know
Horrors no human should know
I lost my house, my car, my life
by chasing highs to lows
and when I finally was released
I was forced to live
out there on the streets
begging for some change
to help me meet
addictions that
wouldn’t let go!
I am forty now, I lost my youth
I can’t even find a lover
And I’ve finally learned
the terrible truth
That I may not recover
The demon on my back is cruel
I cannot shake his claws
His goal is simply to break me
he tortures without a pause
recovery’s a useless cause
I’m just meat in his strong jaws...
They will bury me
in a potters field
In an unmarked grave
cause I could not yield
under a numbered stone
that will not reveal
my name in
Real Estate unreal
Perhaps my story
cold and bleak
will sway those
who are seeking
a life of drugs and alcohol
you must pay heed
to what I’m speaking
be baptized in
the tears I’m leaking
Long after I’m
no longer breathing
Cause you can’t
count on recovery
you can’t
count on recovery
The demons will
not let you be
and my death will
not set me free
Long after I am gone
they will torture me
they will torture me
If you dabble in
drugs and alcohol
Thinking you will never be
The sorry story I’ve become
you’ll share my history
you’ll share my history
you can't count on recovery
so walk away and let them be
cause there’s a body bag
that holds your name
after years of misery.
Yeah, there’s a body bag
that holds your name
after years of misery.
Yeah, there’s a body bag
that will hold your name
after years of misery.
you can't count on recovery!!
Fantastic Music Composed
& Played by AirieLynn-©-2020
Vocals & Lyrics Sung &written by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2020
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
*Dedicated to my precious son
who at 26 is still in a 12 month
rehab facility after years of jail
and rehab failures with hopes fading
until he finally realizes:
It’s just not fun anymore.
