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When I was in early recovery from drug addiction I wrote this. |
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HERE I find myself crawling backwords through fields of glass
Not quite knowing that it's all in the past So I rip out my stitches and lick all my wounds Want to stand up but can't be removed The pain becomes comfort the nights never end Why no regrets? Why this past I defend Insecure, So insecure I don't know but I feel so sure So I try to crwal forward, but fall on my face I'm so used to this I don't feel the disgrace Of glass in my forhead and blood on my chin I just wade in the mire of my own guilt and sin If I sit here calmly I can here the glass grow It's been like this so long don't think I'll ever stop the flow |
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