I am stuck in a spot, I don't want to be
I must make a choice, of what's to be of me
I never thought it'd happen, that I would come so close
To my everlasting, final overdose
I see again she's hurt, so now I must choose
Which one's more important, which one should I lose?
The choice is very simple, I know which one to make
But I fear the consequence, of the choice I take

I know I must lose, that terrible habit
Because each time I hurt, I must try to grab it
That shouldn't happen, I see now that she's right
It's just that I am, too lazy to fight
My urges anymore, I can't put the pills away
One day it'll kill me, I was close to that day
But without my pills, how will I survive
The next time that I hurt, will I be alive?

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