Word Bank - Save Me From Myself
There are so many pieces
That make up my story.
What is recovery?
Can I recover my sobriety?
Save me from myself,
I'm slipping up,
slowly sliding down the slippery slope.
Spiraling the drain,
as the snakes lure me,
Let's see how much I have let go.
On the verge of
Lost progress,
I relapse on repeat, like a record,
Broken
Stuck on the same sound.
Save me from myself,
There's a lot more to live for
When you're living clean and sober.
Substances saturate my subconscious,
subduing my ability to fail.
Ready to feel,
I welcome numbness
and I refuse to comedown.
I'm sorry,
I hid getting high
And I'm sorry.
I lied,
Save me from myself
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