The Sin of Gin
i want to believe I'm not alone in this world
hard to see the glass half full
my demons take the feelings with them when i shed my distressed skin
my kin, i never interrupt their path with my backwards steps
i lose loved ones to learn lessons
physically… i cant see whats left
is it me who is blessed?
sometimes i wonder,
would my heart feel safer with teflon on my chest
is my ego secure as long as it doesn't beat out my chest
lately the cigarettes don't last long enough
my conscience tells me to put down the drink before it gets out of hand
if water is truth, what are the reasons i dare drink the gin of sin.
is it me? its my life right
i’ll take the blame of my shame over the reign of guilt
held myself responsible for every drink i’ve spilt
stayed true to every feeling i felt
everyone i’ve helped. theres no council for those who are strong.
you have never seen me at my low.
never thought you would understand.
i think hear footsteps
but its just my heartbeat
pounding every other second
the slow rate comes from a lack of hate
the raw jays, creates a daze for my worst daze
i use the euphoria to heal.
autopilot in my spaceship
my intuition got the wheel.
