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I turned to drugs
When I lost hope
My voice is strained
My heart froze
I feel a pain
I can't describe
So deep it hurts
So deep inside
My eyes are red
They swell shut
I dream she here
Then I wake up
Been gone so long
My daughter don't know me
Thats why I can't smile
Women can't hold me
I tried once
Couldn't make me happy
I feel bad for girl
She got my worst sadly
I'm cursed badly
Hate the word family
Some meant to love
Lonely meant for me
Yeah I know I'm crazy
Don't blame who raised me
Or the world around me
I made my bed
I don't know no peace
When I lay my head
There I set that str8
That's fiction'n
That ish I read
Them lies u fed
Praise my petty low
Down my road I go
Hope it's paved in gold
I fell then
I'll fall some more
Break a leg
Once again I roam
Tho the east ain't home
No it ain't the same
Part of me been gone
close to hee haw
As I might ever be
Time might be
All thats left for me...
Down hill

Bountied before
Bound to the cold
Was blind to the fact
All love it ain't whole
Used to the snow
Sick of it tho
No need to lie
The Sota's all I know
Only place I've been
And it scares me to leave
Like you...
... You see
All my life
Spent it ur hurt or hyped
Now I'm damn tired
Been a long road
Can't imagine peace
How could I tho
My daughter's smile... is all I know
All she knows
Really 'bout me
Although I'm not around
I be around
A picture at her Grams
That she calls her dad...
More mad at me
Then I'm sad for her
And that's fucked up
That's selfishness
But my selflessness
Had my mental health at ick...
... We met that me
Had to curve his ass
He had a mean streak
Made the hurt last
I dont save face
I won't wear masks
Only me to blame
And I own that
At night when i lay
When I wake each day
Is when it hurts the most
Hate that dreams ain't real
Can't go back
And change time
Life's bitter pill
The bottom's here...
Down Hill

My own worst
Enemy's me
Hate for self
Caused my
loved ones to leave
The fires I set
Burnt down my tree

I Hurt November's
Miss December's
Fall mean it's close
So I dread September
Some days I wish
I knew how numb feel
The wounds don't heal
The thoughts they don't still
Almost 30 now
And no I don't know happy
I miss my daughter
She ain't had no daddy
All along I've known
That I been what's wrong
I don't get excuses
I know i caused my plight
No confusion there
No guilty plea
I know what I earned is shame
It's mine the blame
I burnt the bridge
Sparked the flame
I lit the torch
I went insane
All my life the story
How my anger is
Dug this hole I'm in
Caused damages
In more way then one
Now I'm done with those ways
Bout time I'd say
Heard from here on out is...
Down Hill

Down Hill by Terry Blanchette