I speak now of the merciless unseen
An invisible force feeds, malevolent
It's lokced up inside me
I will never be free from the disease...
It won't get the best of me!
Aaarrrghh!
My addiction, my intervention!
Focus, refocus! easily said on paper
This is my life... and I want it... yes!
Sometimes I stumble
but I choose to fight, because my other option is death
Your spirit stands... aided by sticks and poles
Fragile...
Responsible for your own sobriety
You topple... everyone goes down with you
