my struggle

rapped for everything i ever loved
I took shelter with a friend I call Crystal
always there to pick me up while easing my pain
but slowly driving me insane
my odds would have been better if only I'd used a pistol
my age she slowly doubles as my problems get worse
with the devils help I was marked with a curse
my abuse became just another excuse to use
she fucked me like a blowing fuse
how do u change a pattern when u have no quilt
fuel to the fire she was the flame
easier said when I had guilt to blame
Crystal was the cure but her pain I can no longer indure

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