Wheres Recovery
Deep within me lies all my sins
They sit on a pile of thoughts of what I could have been
They're intertwined with every moral I thought by I lived
Slowly smothering my Gods will
Always bringing me back to if I had never taken that first pill
Where is there recovery for me?
Dressed in my sins from head to toe
They've risen from the bottom, there's no where else to go
Every single days the same
Everyone can see my problems
But I still don't know where to go,
Where is there recovery for me?
I still have these dreams of being more than I am
But sometimes it seems my dreams are a message in a bottle,
drifting away further and further from the shore
And this ocean is man made of my own mistakes and regrets
of my lost dreams and my lost friends
of every thing I wanted to achieve, all the things I wanted to be
but went and sipped on that lean instead
My souls aching now, for recovery for me.
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