Closest Reflection

Sometimes I wonder if the pain makes us breathe easy Because if we're smiling it barely feels like breathing Guess you can take a lion out the jungle and feed it... Bt it will always want to go hunting Bittersweet bitter reality... I guess I could never sort out the taste of my reality Taste buds numb I bit too much insanity Or is it my bite of reality is of poor quality My closest reflection seems so far from redemption Like it's part of the scenery.. The picture was put on auction So I sold my soul to the devil but only just a portion So my goods and my bads are blown out of proportion Funny how nothing ever takes the pain away But still something bad only does it momentarily In this mentality we are junkies to our poverty If you cant acknowledge me then I won't let you knowledge me So go ahead and judge for going back to that alcohol But nothing seems strong enough so add more ethanol I'm trying to revive my heart it doesn't beat at all Because evryone seems to trip but i always take the fall