I can barely recognize myself without the bags under my eyes a bottle to kill the hunger pains and wanting to die but still i go back back to that place the pills, the powder, liquid never wanting to sleep
to be sober was a suicide a risk not willing to take and misery my only company it seemed the only friend I could keep
tiptoeing across the rubble where a home used to be I stutter thru the words that are to hard to find live a life so long in static til self destruction becomes a habit refuse to waste away
I've spent too many days it seems locked behind these walls hoping one day i could escape stomach knots and alcohol and drowning in my dreams a constant reminder if what I'm trying to forget
It's harder to open your heart to the world when you've been stepped on and hurt it's a burning wire but we'll set the bridge on fire all you can hope for is to reach the other side
tiptoeing across the rubble where a home used to be stutter thru the words that are too hard to find live a life so long in static self destruction becomes a habit