Addiction Sucks
I'm going round and round, I've fallen to the ground, wondering what's gonna happen now. getting tired of dying, while everyone act like they didn't hear a sound, even tho their all around, watching me go, I guess they all think I'm putting on a show, When will they know, that I'm as low as I can go, maybe when they lower me in the dirt it will show, that I was ready to throw, this addiction and go, back to being daddy like I was befo. Maybe then they will hear the cries for help, remembering our conversation, wishing they had tried some how, before its to late like now, wanting to say something avow, but when I'm gone, they'll be stuck in the zone, wishing I was home, riding on my chrome, now your all in your dome, cause thou should have known, to throw me a bone, instead of leaving me all alone, Now I'm almost fucking gone..... I'm almost fucking goneeee. Now if your glad that I'm still here, Let me be clear, if it was you that had an addiction I wouldn't disappear, instead I would sit you down and try to help you steer, you away from your fear, so it don't become severe, and the people who love you wont lose you this year, I will not judge, wont hold a grudge, while you are down and out I will not budge, instead I will be your magic touch, that lifts you up, and helps you clutch, hold on to the things that make you love, try and keep you above, the ruff reality of all this stuff. To all the people that cared enough to lend a hand, to a man that couldn't understand, how to get his head out the sand, how to get back up and take back command, get on my feet and stand, stick to the plan, Thanks for the hand, with out each and every one of you I would not have disband, I'd still be canned. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart again!!
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I'm going round and round, I've fallen to the ground, wondering what's gonna happen now. getting tired of dying, while everyone act like they didn't hear a sound, even tho their all around, watching me go, I guess they all think I'm putting on a show, When will they know, that I'm as low as I can go, maybe when they lower me in the dirt it will show, that I was ready to throw, this addiction and go, back to being daddy like I was befo. Maybe then they will hear the cries for help, remembering our conversation, wishing they had tried some how, before its to late like now, wanting to say something avow, but when I'm gone, they'll be stuck in the zone, wishing I was home, riding on my chrome, now your all in your dome, cause thou should have known, to throw me a bone, instead of leaving me all alone, Now I'm almost fucking gone..... I'm almost fucking goneeee. Now if your glad that I'm still here, Let me be clear, if it was you that had an addiction I wouldn't disappear, instead I would sit you down and try to help you steer, you away from your fear, so it don't become severe, and the people who love you wont lose you this year, I will not judge, wont hold a grudge, while you are down and out I will not budge, instead I will be your magic touch, that lifts you up, and helps you clutch, hold on to the things that make you love, try and keep you above, the ruff reality of all this stuff. To all the people that cared enough to lend a hand, to a man that couldn't understand, how to get his head out the sand, how to get back up and take back command, get on my feet and stand, stick to the plan, Thanks for the hand, with out each and every one of you I would not have disband, I'd still be canned. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart again!!
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