I am strung out and I am sentimental
On Blackfriars Bridge hoping
that it’s all over.
Check my pulse to see if I am still living
Because I feel death get closer.
My racing mind.
My bloodshot eyes.
Tell the truth or end up in despair.
My fucking pain it’s easy to see
That it is my cross to bear
I hit rock bottom
But that was where I stalled 'em.
Now I need to get myself in line.
I hit rock bottom but
Now I am back at 'em
Taking each day at a time.
This is holiness.
This is my alibi.
This is Addiction.
This is my last try.
Lost count of how many times
I cried out for help,
Said I needed a doctor.
Check me in and I will check out
Because I am fucking going over and over.
My racing mind.
My bloodshot eyes.
Tell the truth or end up in despair.
My fucking pain it’s easy to see
That it is my cross to bear.
I hit rock bottom
But that was where I stalled 'em.
Now I need to get myself in line.
I hit rock bottom but
Now I am back at 'em
Taking each day at a time.
This is holiness.
This is my alibi.
This is Addiction.
This is my last try.