Things got shady,
a little bit crazy,
I lost myself
in the moment,
let loose
all these emotions,
went down
eight miles deep
to find my soul,
nobody was home,
knees got weak
from holding my own
for so long,
my legs collapsed
from my one shot,
my one opportunity,
moment gone,
no moment seized,
let it all go,
failed to succeed,
now it's just me
looking into the mirror
of who I use to be.
Eyes black and blue
from trying to
fight you,
I despised you,
then to spite you
I went through
rehab just to relapse
back into you.
A monster I've become
inside of me
Godzilla rises when
you try to get a rise out of me.
I'm not afraid to
take a stand against you
or anyone else.
Waiting for another moment
where I can recover
what I lost in myself,
recovering in recovery.
maybe that's what
recovery is all about,
treating yourself to
self help,
but maybe that's all a lie,
after all,
we love the way you lie,
even though I tried to
be the nice guy,
your words, not mine,
because,
I am whatever you say I am.
Just call me Stan.
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