HELL'S DOOR
I stare at the cards as I notice my sweaty palms
I was spinning out of control, I needed a fix
Too many times I said I would not be back, i'm through
Then, I can't wait to rush through this hell's door again
I'm a gambling junkie, throwing all caution to the wind
I'll hate myself in the morning, but for now I am elated
I just know the next hand might be the big one, a windfall
As the last card falls, I breath a deep sigh, stand up, head for the door
How will I explain this? What about the bills? It's all gone, once again I lost it all
I'll never come back, I'll never gamble again, I hate this
It's Friday, I just got paid, I'm driving home, I feel the rush
I try to fight the urgency, the desire to live on the edge
It won't hurt to just play a few hands, I'll only take a small amount with me
I might win, I might catch up to my loses
Before I even realize it, I'm at the Casino, valet parking, rushing like the wind
Yes, I'm here ready to enter Hell's Door, once again
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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Synopsis
We all have our addictions. Whether it be Cocain, alcohol, food, shopping. My addiction is gambling, I feel the need, the rush, the high, then the crash and burn. It is a hell of it's own.
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