Losing myself
What’re we doing here? It’s no longer a bliss.
Not sleeping or eating, just indulging in this.
Feeling like shit, yet still taking a hit
It’s really about time, that we stopped doing it.
Locked inside this prison of mine, still playing this game for such a long time.
I’m losing myself, he’s losing it too.
He’s lost and I’m loathing, what should we do?
We need to get out, to where I don’t know.
But anywhere is better, than feeling this low.
I really need help but who can we ask?
Finding someone I trust is no easy task.
I wish we never started, it’s ruining us bad.
My life’s become nothing, just empty and sad.
So why do we keep searching, for the end of the bag?
(2012)
