I speak now of the merciless unseen
An invisible force feeds, malevolent
It's lokced up inside me
I will never be free from the disease...
It won't get the best of me!
My addiction, my intervention!
Focus, refocus! easily said on paper
This is my life... and I want it... yes!
Sometimes I stumble
But I choose to fight, because my other option is death
Your spirit stands... aided by sticks and poles
Responsible for your own sobriety
You topple... everyone goes down with you
Let me go