Me Against Me

Can't breathe, wish my soul could be free from this addiction. 

Peace is an illusion,

nothing but straight confusion. 

These demons give me illusions of comfort. 

In the arms of darkness

I feel so alive.

While the narcotics run their course, all problems disappear. 

I can see everything so clearly. 

As my high is deflating, then the reality sets in, that my mind was being tricked.

All these illusions are making me sick. 

Wanna stay blind to reality?

Truth is I lied to myself.

Need to escape, need to be free.

My greatest enemy is me.