Each pill was an escape
from the life I was living at home
I tried to erase all the memories
but I created a place where I was all alone
I sat up every night angry
at the world for getting me here
Yet I always went back to the killers
out of pain, out of want, out of fear.

Every morning I would wake up
and reach to that bottle of booze
Light up my cigarette and start walking
I had nothing in the world to lose
So why did I keep on going
when I was living just for a little white pill
when i started my day numb to the world
wanting to die, wanting it to kill.

Now I look to the heaven's
searching for a reason to stay alive
No longer do I have that easy escape
but I have nothing for which I strive
So why do I keep on going
when everything in life has faded
Am I lying to myself to keep on breathing
I'm already bruised, already jaded.

 
Copyright © taboo_identities, All Rights Reserved