I'm a defect I'm cursed, diseased With the affliction, addiction
Every second is a trip but life ain't no breeze. Plunge myself in cool waters to wash away the pain but there's no way to wash the brain. But I'm better than most, my problems shouldn't be real, my life, a steal.
My brain fiends for complacency. I carry on through the day running away from what I have to face. Wondering all along if in this life I've got a place.
At the very least, if not for me, then the next me to come
It feels like I'm the best at explaining life away, all the while my mind settles into decay
If you're reading this, just know it doesn't have to be this way.
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