I live my life alone pressing cancel on the phone not knowing the number shown
My friends are all supportive but fading every day from the life I have sown
Is it addiction or dependency that unravels my life equality that I’m not for sure
Can I fix it with my faith or give in to a little shape of a pill that i think has the cure?
As i enter the night, racing thoughts saying fight to prepare for the day,
Because as the light bleeds in I toss and turn as I affirm it will be ok.
I blinded by the fact that when I use, the pain won’t come back but I know better than that
Because as I live my life I’m realized by those that are shadowing me while watching my back
The madness in my head is something that they said comes from years of abuse and addiction
But was it really my fault life’s virus gave me a change of heart starting the pain and affliction
I try to meditate, and build weapons in the night to ward of my clouded sight,
Because at times of clarity shades of grey are truly just black and white.
I still have my faith, that the devil wants to take as he pretends to be a saint
But I know better that he is a chameleon with an act that tries to gather souls to taint
Some days I feel like dying but I can hear the faint crying of the souls he has taken
So, I choose to live my live and shout, my battle cry until the addition and the devil leave shaking
So i recharge in the night as i listen to a lyricist with hindsight, giving me courage and peace,
singing a song reminding me its a state of mind and in time my demons and the noise will cease.
Tin Man
