Make you feel like a Catholic at Mass,
Or a person addicted to crack.
Rehab, then relapse.
Recover, fall Back.
The highs make you feel better,
But they never last.
Hold on tight, try not to lose grasp.
This trip to no where may take off fast.
Lost in the treble clef, words, and the staffs.
No pain when shit hits, numb to each thrash.
Turn it up all the way to drown out the past.
The only thing that’s always been there.
Nothing else has.
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