How do you justify keeping something alive,
that will then keep you alive?

Is it so selfish to want to cling on to
And depend on something so tightly.

Beats having to cling onto that blade,
or those pills you've saved for a rainy day;
A box of smokes you'd sworn against,
The "liquid courage", as others call it,
but you simply refer to it as potential poison.

I can't let you go, I won't let you go.
Not when you're my ticket out of depression.