Anything At All

My god, I thought I was safe. Memories before I became a slave to my mind. A feeling contained, but never thought that it would be this way. Left unwanted, nowhere to turn. I guess I thought that it would be a cure. But I guess, for what it's worth. I expected it to be this way cause. No one sees, we accept a lifeless fantasy. It shouldn't be this way, but addicts justify their needs. No beliefs, no repentance for a fucking heresy. My heart sinks, but my heart bleeds. No time to rest. I need this out of me now. My last request. I won't become my disease. I'd do anything at all. I'd find a way, but I'd do it and fall. I'd do anything at all. But I can't fight this pain. I'd do anything at all. I'd find a way, but I'd do it and fall. I'd do anything at all. But I can't take this anymore. Stuck with doubt, consumed with disease. A false reflection of myself without grief. These rivers run too deep. I have to cut the line and bleed. No time to rest. I need this out of me now. My last request. I won't become my disease. I'd do anything at all. I'd find a way, but I'd do it and fall. I'd do anything at all. But I can't fight this pain. I'd do anything at all. I'd find a way, but I'd do it and fall. I'd do anything at all. But I can't take this anymore.