Why is it so hard to resist? Why is it so easy to risk? Feeling the pleasure makes me crave While I know I will regret everything on the grave.
The moment I'm feeling high Everything on my mind tells me lies I don't know when to snap out The only thing I know is to shut my mouth.
On the state of forgetting right and wrong I tell myself "so be it, life is long" I manipulated my own sight I closed my windows, asking now whereβs the light.
Perplexity of soul when manipulated by enemy. Giving up my stand for some short time pleasure that will cause death to my spirit.