Misery likes company
doesn’t want to be alone,
it drags you down into the hole,
dries you up right to the bone.
It takes away your sweetness
and your family you will rob.
You’ll lie and steal for the vice,
Your word won’t be worth a bob.
You’ll look for love and not find it,
Misery thrives on defeat.
Don’t look for love in the drugs,
you’ll pay dearly for its keep.
Addiction will cost you more,
than the dollars you’re willing to pay.
Your self worth, your friends & family gone,
now that misery has you enslaved.
By Sandra Ciminelli.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”