D.W.I.

i drink for effect
thats okay cos my life is wrecked
i drug everyday
to keep from screaming cos im slipping away
im freaking out because im under duress
i cant keep up with all the anger and stress
i feel like opening up one of my veins
if i cant keep from pouring me down the drain

i drink to extremes
thats okay cos its one of my dreams
i drug cos i dare
to close my eyes to this selfmade nightmare
it keeps on slipping down over my ears
i cant compete with all the pain and the tears
cant find a niche within my society
so i find rage my only true property

im losing my life
its no wonder im going under the knife
im feeling absurd
or something for lack of a better word
maybe ill end it all or maybe i wont
depends upon whether i stop or i dont
ive already done institutions and jail
and death awaits me at the end of this trail