~From "Heart And Strings Collection"~

In my ups and downs
It comes

Confined in my place of solitude
I’m a prisoner in myself
Seeking salvation every single time.
I see they want to see it,
And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake.
They call it addiction
I call it a terrorist.
A terrorist without a weapon.

It comes knocking like an ordered Uber
Dressed in a camo tank outfits
With candies and lollipop for me
If I try to hide, where will that be?
From the sound of my alarm
To the clap of my padlock in the evening
It hunts me, takes control of my mind
Renders my day in jeopardy.

In my sovereign mindscape
I’m a victim running away from
temptations
It comes like a fine darling
One turn around and it’s an old lady in rotten clothes
It feeds on my attention and focus
Devours my moral upright and condemns me to regret and guilt.

Far from the truth,
It’s an everyday battle
Not all attacks lead to...