Sleepless Nights and Senseless Conversations
I suck at sobriety,
Even though life hasn't been that hard on me?
What excuse do I have
When I have all this support?
I'm powerless,
Been that way since 16.
There's been times that I thought that I'd changed,
Then the old me returns to turn up the heat.
I'm not a lost soul,
But I'm well on my way at this rate.
I can't seem to get ahead of my demons
Because I had no faith.
I fear myself,
My lack of self control when I'm the author of my fate.
You think the worst,
Expect the best,
Awfully high hopes for having no hope.
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