What kind of person would I be?
If I could describe the way the relapse feels,
Going back to my old self,
People look at me again.
What else will I do,
To please everyone.
These headaches make me who I am,
Incoherent mind that others can see
My thoughts float around, and my voice is so weak.
Just another scar, just another pill, and little more smoke.
Makes the ones around me so much more happier.