no more secrets the truth is out,
I’d like to think its over but that I sorely doubt,
the Fuck up’s a junkie on a script, oh the shame!
and demons and wrong 'uns will be given the blame.
but turn the eyes of judgment on me,
for I chose to embrace oblivion you see,
it was up to me to fly or to fall,
they had no influence on my choices at all.
and I did indeed fall in a spectacular way,
all the while vowing to make them all pay,
but after a decade more wasted the truth is plain,
I was the creator of my madness and pain.
of all the past and present has shown,
the monster I was, I made on my own,
a monster of demons, of addiction and greed,
and woe betide those who follow my lead.
I’ve pill popped, pissed up and wasted my life,
I failed as a daughter, as a mother a wife,
lost to myself and the chemical release,
praying for the pain and madness to cease.
for all the people is hurt I paid a big cost,
my mother, husband and daughter I’ve lost,
tried to make amends but its never the same,
drugs were the gamble and I lost the game.