Do I have a problem?
Do I need help?
This bottle guides my life
These drugs hold me down
Yet I seemed to be freed
It silences the screaming
Yet brings on other voices
These vices help me through
And kill me at the same time
How to stop everything?
Where do I turn?
Who am I without a drink,
how do I live?
How do I die?
My life can't be worth living
gives nothing to the world
Maybe my death will do more
because thats how it will end