washed out

god damn i think i'm stuck again, last call it's time to sink or swim, blacked out i end up on my back, and i know that i should stop, come on and cut me some slack, when will this end? but i try again, and say i'm good yet it still feels like i'm failing, i know this isn't fun but i'm stuck in a rut, of endless nights with friends who seem to forgive me, knocked out by a bottle of spirit, i'll be fine just give me a minute, and i, i'm to old to live i'm too young to die, another day and i still feel like shit, i need a pill, something to help me quick, coz all the things i did the night before, have left me wanting nothing yet somehow i do more, i walk the razors edge between my life and death, and every times the last i claim that i'm trying, don't let em see you sweat, now let em feel the heat, i'm an animal and i can't be caged