I tried to stop and I couldn't, addicted to the way it makes me feel, my release
A rush floods my head and makes the thoughts I keep locked away leave.
My roulette with myself every time I go at it again, one slip and its all down hill from here kid, to deep and you're gone for good,
Scars personal wars waged on myself in the past remain, little reminders that I've beat myself at this game before
I tried to stop but I won't, razorblades are my anti-drug
