| My downward spiral of self-destruction
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| So hard to live in my own skin
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| My biggest fear is self-reflection
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| The mirror shows me who I am
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| A liar, thief, manipulator
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| Always choosing the wrong path
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| Always making wrong decisions
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| I will always be the loneliest of men
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| Self-loathing is my home
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| The pills they ease the pain
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| I’m drowning in alcohol
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| Opiates, my true love
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| The needle finds the vein
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| Cowardly, wanting death to call
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| To feel that drug is all I live for
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| To feel its love wash over me
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| My body craves, my mind, it wants more
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| It’s always calling out to me
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| In every shadow and every corner
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| Always searching out for me
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| I suffer alone with my hatred
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| This wretched agony that is me
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| Tomorrow I’ll try to recover
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| I’ll reach out to my family
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| Just one night with my lover
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| «Hello death, you’ve come for me?» |