addiction

i'm strung out and i'm sentimental, on blackfriars bridge hoping that it's all over, check my pulse to see if i'm still living, cos i feel death get closer, my racing mind, my bloodshot eyes, tell a tale of woe and loss and despair, my fucking pain is easy to see, and it is my cross to bear, i hit rock bottom, but that was last autumn, now i'm keeping myself in line, i hit rock bottom, but now i'm back at em, taking each day at a time, this is holiness, this my alibi, this is addiction, this is my last try, lost count of how many times i cried out for help, said i needed a doctor, check me in and i'll check out, cos i'm fucked going over and over, my racing mind, my bloodshot eyes, tell a tale of woe and loss and despair, my fucking pain is easy to see, and it is my cross to bear