I've been searching for some questions found in questions I don't know to asknAll bottled up inside my head and never making any sense but now I understandnYou see my thought process is burried deep beneath a life of self-abusenThere's too much damage to rebuild and what's left remains a shield to tame future usenAnd as the wagon rolls away I still march on...nMy life is all a waiting gamenLong waits to feel straight but it never staysnSo doctor fill my forged prescription cause I'm addicted to addictions and blamennThe past's still presently my home, which keeps recovery on holdnI'll escape this stranglehold somehownnLook into my eyes, past the lines, and you'll see how desperate I am to see clearnI've tried I swear I've tried, to hide, but when I stand to run I get headstrung and fallnnYeah I stand to fallnnThere's one more thing that I'd like to make clearnMy words are nothing more than daysnThat I have lived and struggled throughnOnly to learn, that things will never change....