Vices.

Cigarettes and alcohol.

I don't quite know why I turn to them when I feel the shits. Maybe it's just an escape from reality. Maybe I can seek refuge there, a refuge where no one can tell me what to do. It's a perfect refuge. For that 5 mins of heaven that a cigarette brings, I'm at peace, all alone but at peace. Undisturbed. Cleaning my head and fixing me up. Same with alcohol. You get funny sense of happiness, where everything seems right and you have fun. It's shortlived but it always works.

I crawl into my hole with my fags and my booze and I know I'll be ok. I'll be at peace.

Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face

And I...

Tears stream down on your face

I promise you I will learn from the mistakes

Tears stream down your face

And I...

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you