An addict by choice. Not then, but now?
Is this what they're all talking about?
That lifestyle's a big, black hole
Sucking me in and draining my soul.
Taking my dreams and throwing them like glass
Upon the ground. Watch them shatter fast.
Threatening my values then breaking them in half.
It's funny how life treats us and we react.
The meaner it is, the faster we come running back.
The whole time we know all the facts.
We're willingly opening ourselves up to abuse.
Help is offered but we watch ourselves refuse.
Looking in the mirror, we're so confused.
What we want isn't what we get
Because we're too stubborn to give in.
We're killing ourselves, but more importantly, our loved ones.
We might as well pull the trigger on the handgun.
Let's face it, all we ever do is run.
From our problems, our troubles, our feelings, we fly.
Always striving to reach the sky.
The difference is our feet are planted on the ground
While those who face life are upward bound.
We're cowards and nothing more.
Not the type to spread our wings and soar.
Taking the easy way out.
Appeasing Satan without a doubt.
Leaving God frowning, crying even.
Is that enough to make us leave it?
Make us leave the sins we've fallen in love with behind.
We think our families aren't tired of us. We must be blind.
What will encourage us to get things right, pay back all we owe?
Do me a favor, if your find the answer, please let me know.
Is this what they're all talking about?
That lifestyle's a big, black hole
Sucking me in and draining my soul.
Taking my dreams and throwing them like glass
Upon the ground. Watch them shatter fast.
Threatening my values then breaking them in half.
It's funny how life treats us and we react.
The meaner it is, the faster we come running back.
The whole time we know all the facts.
We're willingly opening ourselves up to abuse.
Help is offered but we watch ourselves refuse.
Looking in the mirror, we're so confused.
What we want isn't what we get
Because we're too stubborn to give in.
We're killing ourselves, but more importantly, our loved ones.
We might as well pull the trigger on the handgun.
Let's face it, all we ever do is run.
From our problems, our troubles, our feelings, we fly.
Always striving to reach the sky.
The difference is our feet are planted on the ground
While those who face life are upward bound.
We're cowards and nothing more.
Not the type to spread our wings and soar.
Taking the easy way out.
Appeasing Satan without a doubt.
Leaving God frowning, crying even.
Is that enough to make us leave it?
Make us leave the sins we've fallen in love with behind.
We think our families aren't tired of us. We must be blind.
What will encourage us to get things right, pay back all we owe?
Do me a favor, if your find the answer, please let me know.
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