Well I can’t remember the last time I woke up without reaching for a pill.
The bottle; it calls to me and somehow I find it even when I can’t pay my bills.
And I’ve spent some mornings beside perfect strangers whose names never rang a bell.
The bottle controls me, I’m helplessly wandering in my own personal hell.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Cause all that I see is a fake, a fraud.
And when you’ve realized you’ve lost all your purpose.
You can’t keep doing this night after night.
This isn’t me, I don’t
even feel the beating in my chest anymore.
The bottle helps me sink;
Into a liquid haze, I’ll go.
The devil who once perched on my shoulder now dwells inside my head.
The bottle is the only thing to silence the deafening sound it spreads.
Forget about all the retribution,
put aside all the tears and guilt.
Deep down we’re only human,
searching for a common ground.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Cause all that I see is a fake, a fraud.
And when you’ve realized you’ve lost all your purpose.
You can’t keep doing this night after night.
This isn’t me, I don’t
even feel the beating in my chest anymore.
The bottle helps me sink;
Into a liquid haze, I’ll go.