I rise, I fall.
I stand, don't surrender.
I live my life to the fullest because it could diminsh, life is so tender.
The way I mix my problems with my happiness, combined in a blender.
One day I love me, the next day I question my existence, I wonder if this feeling will continue, or stop its persistence.
My body, known as my temple, My heart known as my life line, its so gentle.
The two things that are important I treat so ungratefully, the reason why I cry because the two have been so great to me.
I hurt them, I abuse them, I shield them with sin, I don't know why I live like this, my body so thin.
I sniff, I snort, I inhale, then I sober, but when the feelings gone it's time to start over.
I don't want to feel normal, I love my high, I don't care about life, and no one cares if I die.
Drunken pain, my minds insane, my children were taken from me because of my neglect I didn't treat them like I know I could, I left them for weeks so I could get good* I've been selfish, needy, way past greedy, I'm in the clinic hoping that they free me.
I let everyone down, I hurt those who loved me now the only person I've got is the man above me.
Hoping and wishing he can help me clear, I'm praying every night still no one there.
Please take me and make me into a product of you, I disgraced you, erased you now I'm back to become whole.
I've been slapped, kicked, stabbed, thrown in Jags, hurting from hits forced to clean up with a rag, no nurses and needles, just be quiets and secrets, I'm a forth of the human I used to be please bless my body and treat me.
I will never sin again, just make me normal, I want to see my family and my friends, so they can see me sober.