what makes me still here
what makes me still here
not wasting away
in some hotel room
snorting line after line
drinking cheap wine
hoping for the wrong things
numbing myself over and over
so not to feel the sting
i remeber where i was on this train
just a few months ago
pockets pretty empty
homelss
no where to turn
the predators came out
i was so depressed
everything was just a fucking mess
Everything that was blocked was comming out
all the horrible shit I repressed
I coudnt see hope
Only the person I was circling down a funnel
where was that light at the end of the tunnel?