This Is Your Voice

The Touch

Oh heaven, I'm on a downward spiral, I overdosed on the seventh, this news suddenly went viral, I can't believe I'm known, as the drug addict in a broken home, I'm suddenly alone, not even sitting on my golden throne.

I need someone's presence, someone's touch, to make me remember my lessons, before once again it all becomes too much.

Help me, release me, free me, believe in me, I'm cold, without a soul to know, I can't just talk, I can't just walk, I'm weak, my mind numbs when I begin to speak, the drugs give me a lift, suddenly they become the only thing I miss, I need the drugs to grow, to carry on falling low, everything feels like one huge blow, I've wasted all my dough.

Give me another chance, to turn things around, I might take a trip to France, and try keep my feet firmly on the ground, I Gotta' keep looking around, make sure I don't frown, someone could help me, set me free, believe in me, make me see, that life is good, that I can be in a good mood, without feeling blue, and needing a fix, that gives me the kicks.

I Gotta' ditch this habit, before it kills, I Gotta have a chance and grab it, gotta' find myself some new thrills, make something else excite me, make it feed me, I need energy, just so I can get the best out of me.

Now I'm clean, I'm free, I have reason to believe, that everything will be swung by the guillotine, maybe it'll swing like a pendulum, and something else will give me adrenaline, I will succeed, I just have to believe, that everything's good, maybe now, I can chase back my childhood.