Junkie

More and more
I'm feeling less important
And in the end
It's my own misfortune
As these conflicts come
They'll surely fucking go
And I will bury them
Down below

I won't allow them
To snowball and fester
I have before
It's always a disaster
Disaster
Torn... tattered
Ripped apart at the seams
Sometimes life
Is exactly as it seems
Discorded... conflicted
This is exactly
What I have depicted

Hopeless
Despondent
A disparaged life
At times it's filled with strife
Always under... this fucking duress
I am grievous and harrowed
By the demons... inside of me
I would do anything... anything
To get myself... outside of me



Credits
Writer(s): Rodger Facer
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