i have a problem

i found my vice, i found my vice, it lives in a bottle and wants me to die, i found my vice, i found my vice, it lives in a bottle and wants me to die, but i wanna be alive, go!, god i wanna call you my father, i'm sick of drinking my life away, i can't remember anything, this isn't fun anymore, my body's glued to the floor, when did my king start living inside a glass bottle?, i'm dying, i'm done lying to myself, if i'm living, its inside a hollow shell, my stomach is bleeding, but i'm still drinking, a hole inside me is now more than a metaphor, i guess a bottle can't save my life, i guess a bottle can't tame my mind, this is my reward, a barely beating heart, but i still lie to myself, i always lie to myself, my hands are in the air, and god i hope you're there, cause i can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself, standing up just to fall back down, screaming nonsense to hear the sound, it doesn't matter if nobody's around, i'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground, substance therapy never set me free, substance therapy never set me free, i guess a bottle can't save my life, i guess a bottle can't tame my mind, i guess a bottle can't save my life, i guess a bottle can't tame my mind, this is my reward, a barely beating heart, but i still lie to myself, i always lie to myself, my hands are in the air, and god i hope you're there, cause i can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself, i don't know about you, but i'm admitting now that i have a problem, i have a problem, i have a problem, i have a problem, i have a problem