I don't need drugs to help me cope
I drink out of affinity not out of sorrow
All I have are my fist and a obstacle
As my sorrow fights my happiness
Same time I'm fighting a nonliving enemy
At same time I'm fighting bad memories
I make the mistake of letting it get to me
Nothing wrong with blood on the walls
To the sane something not right with me
Replace one pain with another
It reset me or put me back in place
Crash my fist til it hurt then get numb
Pent the animosity in my mind
Physical wounds I incessantly reopen
Emotion always scar me both ways
I'll pray and do thing to lead me away
I'll fake a smile surround myself with good
It a battle with no end or liberation
It give me little rest and very little peace