Addiction

The room is spinnin, My mind is twisted, Conscience talkin, but I never listen, Those are the voices, who am I kiddin, Once the other runs out, I crave a new addiction. From a bottle of truth, to a seringe full of hate, I over do it at times, don't eat or sleep for days, Memories fading, but not so far gone, At the end of the day, I'm still all alone, So I begin to create friends of my own, With a little spoon and cotton to go on, So much loyalty, and the love is strong, I swear I have a problem and it needs some fixin, I admit it, Yes I have an addiction. Shadows follow me everywhere I go, Paranoid most nights when I walk down the road, Walking and walking with nowhere to go, So exhausted I just want to rest, If I don't slow down, I'll soon reach my death, But where do I go, to reach out for help, To get clean, that's my ambition, Soon real soon, I won't have an addiction!