21. Lost Time
The power of addiction is a horrible disease.
You make think it relieves pressure,
Or bring pain to ease.
The power of addiction is a horrible disease.
You make think it relieves pressure,
Or bring pain to ease.
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I wake up in the morning, see you're not there.
By 10am I feel sick, I need you my dear.
Why can't I have you all the time.
I need you. It hurts me it makes me cry.
I have the same problem. Every time I wake, all I think about is nicotine.
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Lost within the maze of my own mind,
Swimming in circles, trying to leave it all behind,
A mask in disguise trying to mask my demise.
Within the truth there are no lies.
So many emotions, it's out of control.
What have I done? Have I sold my soul?
The price is steep, and there's nothing to gain.
It sits on the razor's edge,
A tear, crimson within itself.
I sit there, constantly reminded of you.
This was our thing,
This is my drowning,
my teeth sinking
into sour apples
and I’m not hiding