Always chasing highs, but they fade like smoke,
Running from the pain, drowning in this hope.
Late nights with the bottles, drowning out the thoughts,
Searching for a feeling, but I’m still getting lost.

Every hit a rush, but it’s fleeting and thin,
Thought I found my escape, but it’s where I begin.
Living for the moment, but moments slip away,
Caught up in the darkness, night swallowing the day.

Heart racing fast, but the world’s moving slow,
Filling up the void, but it’s...