The Art of Addiction

Walk a day in my shoes. See what I see. Feel what I feel. Taste what I taste.

Minute by minute, and
Hour by hour;
Try and stay sober,
While struggling for power;
Fact versus fiction,
The art of addiction;
Taking me over, and
Pulling me under...

Counting the seconds, the
Clock on the tower;
Questions in sections,
the sweet turning sour;
Fact turned to fiction,
The art of addiction;
Taking me over, and
Pulling me under.

I've tried to find a way,
I've tried to get away;
No matter what they say,
The time will come to pay.
I've seen it all dissolve,
I'm beginning to evolve;
Into something I never,
Could have dreamed possible.