Wish I could go back to the way it was
before I ever had a taste of the stuff
life wasted from drugs
powder replaced faith and got traded from love
hearts now decaying to dust
scratchin’ my face as I escape the hate with a buzz
–Numb me, by Charles Aubrey Rogers
If this is not a testament to never doing drugs, I don’t know what is. Once it sucked my child into depravity, shame moved in and took up residence.
I’ve been combing through Charles’ music and this is just a snippet of a song. He hand wrote all his lyrics and I typed up a lot of them for the book. Then I had to try and decide what went in and what fit where. Even at the last minute, I switched one out for another because I found one that was a perfect fit after a particular chapter that I had not seen before.
Once I read those lyrics, I understood the disease. I understood him.
“Wish I could go back to the way it was
before I ever had a taste of the stuff
life wasted from drugs”.
The words of Charles.
The words of many alcoholics and addicts. I have said these very words myself.
Thank you Anne Moss Rodgers for your courage.
You are welcome. I included complete songs in the book. They offer quite a portrait. One I didn’t see until after.