Sobriety is for the sane
addiction is for the dead, the dying, and the weak
self control is lacking
and all that matters is sweet escape
im tired of being sick
and im sick of tuna sandwiches and frosted flakes
I will even go as far to say that dr.pepper is no longer my drink of choice
I have fallen in love with a captain again
the same captain who stole my sanity and invaded my life
the same captain that i loved and lost before
he is who i turn to when i am weak
when I am dying
and when i want to live a falsified lifestyle
with him i can concur the world
not this world
but a world of my own
a world i much prefer
a world of no wrong, of no hate, of no condemnations, and a world of no feeling
he is who i love
he is who i hate
he is what will inevitably kill me
he is who i would die for
he is my addiction.
