Rumors of My Wellness

I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated

For the last three months
I put the bottle down
Because I thought
That once I ditched booze,
I'd feel like new
But all I found was
Same downward spirals
Shame, regrets, and fits
No matter how many steps I take
I'll always be this

I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison

Sad to say
Encouragement
Soon became
So mundane
Once I had to keep
On doing it
Regain consciousness
Through aches revisited
Crooked, broken frames
That I can't change
That I have to live with
As the mountains
Start to plateau
Feels like maintenance
And not a milestone
Sorry that I sound annoyed
I know it's not the point
But someone tell me when
Some joy kicks in

I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison

I'm running out of things to quit
Self-improvement is so damn overrated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison

Still feels like I'm picking poison



Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Zantua
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