I've been searching for some answers 

to questions i dont know to ask 

all bottled up inside my head and never making any sense 

but now i understand 



you see, my thought process is burried deep, beneath a life of self abuse 

there's too much damage to rebuild, and what's left is remains a shield, 

to tame future use 



and as the wagon rolls away i still march on... 



my life is all a waiting game, you wait to feel great but it never stays 

so doctor fill my forged prescription, cause i'm addicted to addictions and blame 



the past's still presently my home, which keeps recovery on hold 

i'll escape this strangle hold 



look into my eyes, past the lines 

and you'll see how desperate i am to see clear 

i've tried i swear i've tried, to hide 

but when i stand to run i get headstrong and fall 



i stand to fall, yeah 



theres one more thing that i'd like to make clear 

my words are nothing more than days 

that i have lived and struggled through, only to learn 

that things will never change