xanex bars

as autumn leaves grew dimmer
your passion still grew stronger
your soal, needing to forget the need
yet your mind was filled with anger.
and though we are inlove
this feeling makes me week
i cry sometimes, and now you dont mind
even if  i weep.
but this crazy little habbit
has got to end sometime
you have to wake up and realize
one day youll realize
these bars your locked behind
these bars you call your friend
these bars have got to stop one day
the bars, they need to end.
and for once i actualy wouldnt mind spending a day in someones shoes
just to make myself realize, how much a soal can loose.
theese little bars you call xanex
can distroy even the strongest addicts.
your different.
your a world of potential
if only this devistating mental-state
would go away.