As the cars on the street pass me by I'm confronted with my own reflection It's so hard not to turn away and deny the fact, that denial is my only protection I'd hide away and never show myself again But curiosity keeps me watching ''the game'' I'd run away and try to escape ''the end'' but swimming upstream causes too much pain Can't you taste the bitter opium? Or feel it's effects slowly wear off? Can't you see, this shit can't be fun? Or feel how my heart has stopped? Now a few downs later, I finally find an up but I can't get there with this weight in my gut My fingers barely slip off the edge of hope It's rock-bottom now, and the only up is on a rope Can't you taste the bitter opium? Or feel it's effects slowly wear off? Can't you see, this shit can't be fun? Or feel how my heart has stopped? Opium bitter opium I want out / I can't get out! I need out / I can't get out! I've finally stopped flailing about But I'm still waiting for a way out! I have a few friends that feel this way...it's pretty hard to watch them fade more every day...
Drug addiction...scary thought. One of the many reasons I don't touch anything intoxicating. Nice piece. "It's so hard not to turn away and deny the fact, that denial is my only protection" I liked those lines.