Five Vicodin Chases With A Shot Of Clarity

After all this time of asking questions 
Of trying to find something to quiet this soul 
I'm left alone within my mind into this self-made hell I delve 
It's not as hot as you think 
More so dark and cold with no room to breathe 
 
I'm sorry, I don't think it's going to be okay this time 
My heart has skipped its final beat 
It's beating me down onto the floor 
That must mean that the pills are working 
The glass isn't half empty this time 
I smashed it to the ground a long long time ago 
It shattered when it fell and I broke to pieces 
Each shard's another reason, another way to give up 
 
This skin is so tight that the air can't reach my brain 
There is nothing telling my heart to beat any faster 
To let me scream for help, I will never give up 
I will never take the easy way out 
 
This is life 
This is struggle 
This is love 
This is war

by angryguitarfreak on 23 Jul 2005 at 9:28

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