remember

i remember waking up in the morning,
not  knowing what went wrong thee night before,
all you know is that you were with some  friends,
you  get up  out of bed and you feel week,

chorus 
you look at your self  in  the mirror,
you say too your self will i ever,
be able too stop the drugs.
stop popping pills,
stop  shooting harioun

hook
will i ever be the way i used to  be
i  dont like who  ive become
its a  tragiidy on how  i turned ouy

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Watch your spelling. Good flow of words and thoughts in the poem. Sometime we look back and wished we were doing the right things the night before. A very good poem.
Coyote