Personal Hyde

A self reflection. Based on experience with addiction.

PERSONAL HYDE

I’m a classic case
It’s been seen before
In my mind there’s room for one
So how come I’ve got more?
There’s a darkness I can’t run from
No matter what I try
Does anyone know Mr. Hyde?
I do, he’s always in my mind

Throw back a few bottles
I’m trying to fit in
Soon its clear I’ve had too much
Once again to my chagrin
And I’m ashamed but not for long
He stirs beneath my skin
Same old tired story;
this is how regrets begin

When he shows his face,
my memories get dim
Wouldn’t mind it half as much,
but you all think I'm him
Truth is I can’t remember
May be a blessing in disguise
But I can’t stand the aftermath
The hate that’s in your eyes

I’m sorry for the things I say
All this rage that’s trapped within
and I can’t help fearing we're the same
The beast who wears my skin,
the one who shares my name

How well do you know yourself?
Would you say pretty well?
You’ve got the closest view for sure
Is it a private hell?
You know lines you’ll never cross?
And what makes you so sure?
I thought I knew my limits
Turns out I’m not so pure