Everyday I struggle with my demons,
A constant nagging and torment inside
That constantly tells me to get high
And I told myself a million times I'd quit,
but as I stand before you,
It was all a lie,
Some days it's easier than others
when I am dry
Other days it feels like I'm going to fucking die,
And I shake my head and wonder why?
Why did I even start this vicious cycle?
Of getting high, getting clean?
I'm a Drug...