The powders got my throat burning again.

Here comes the high my head starts to spin.

A trip down a road I've been down before.

I can't see anything as I hit the floor.

I can relax as my feelings fade.

The only way I keep them at bay.

I told myself this time is my last.

The same lie I've told in the past.

I've tried to stay clean but it never works.

Because I change my mind like I change shirts.

This is the only way I find peace.

The only way I can silence the beast.
© bryanmoore71