Addcition.

Take Another one,
Open the drawer.
Look at the different colors,
Pick your death.

No.
I need to stop.
That's what my hearts saying.
My brain is on a different level.

A whole different universe.
Asking for a release.
No one in the world needs someone like me.
I'm just another lost soul.

Book of broken records,
The used to be.
Damn, look at how pure I was.
Then we met.

My dreams became fuzzy.
Nothing was right anymore.
When the lights went out.
That's when I was awake.

Poor some more on the desk,
scoop it up, line up the lines, take the dollar bill.
Snort it up,
It'll make you feel better.

No one could see the difference,
I was the same.
Yelling, and laughing,
Being, well me.

At night,
I would sneak out.
Taking my saved money,
Just to get my fix.

We all have addictions right?
We have something that keeps us alive?
Why did this have to be mine?
Why do I have to suffer the withdraws?

Laying on the bathroom floor,
covered in white powder.
The metallic bottle in my hand,
just take a few more.

It'll all go away.
You'll be free.
The drugs won't defy me anymore,
But I even failed at suicide.

Back to be being a failure.
Even Suicide hates me.
I need my drugs...