betternow
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When you reach rock bottom
There's not much that can help
The drugs are never enough
You've reached a personal hell
That's how I was
And I've got a story to tell
About my journey to the demon
What is this, that falls from my face
This wetness. This pain. This glory.
This confusion. This worry. This scariness.
Silent tears fall
streaming down my face
rushing over your shoulder
and breaking at you from within.
You watched the pain in my eyes
my voice
and my body
I need relief
release
to let it go
and be set free
I need the pain to fade
the confusion to vanish
but most of all
I need you.
