Thoughts in my head I know aren't real.
They still affect the way I feel.

My mind races consumed by doubt.
I keep trying to shut it all out.

I pray that god would take it away.
Hoping that would get you to stay.

My affliction hurts all I hold deer.
I push them away due to my fear.

I always crave drugs, alchol to.
My will to stay clean come from you.

You are the other half that makes me whole.
You're my salvation you're saving my soul.
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