I don't need it, but I want it.
No I'm addicted to it, I am not it's slave.
But I want to forget, it damages my memory.
Maybe that's what I need.
I don't want the memories of the loss, the hard times, the depression.
I want good memories, and that's what it brings out.
The little happy sun living in the shadow of all the clouds of depression.
I wanna escape, I want a vacation.
I love the smell of the smoke, the numbness and how light my body feels..
The rollercoaster ride it takes the brain on.
We all want to go on that ride, but aren't capable of controlling it and they want to go higher and higher.
The toxic will take control and introduce you to it's other friends that are deadlier than it.
I will never be introduced to those friends, but I can't say the same to anyone else.
I just need my toxic to forget, to get a little happiness.
I don't know what it is, but reality isn't happy anymore...it's not.
TOO MUCH...
To much responsibilities, guilt, regret, hard times...to much evil.
The toxic I consume isn't evil, it's friendly...it's the friendliest one you'll ever meet.
I don't want to meet the evil ones, I'll stop myself from that introduction.
Can you stop yourself?
