I’m not saying I need a prescription

But I’ve made multiply Attempts of self-inflections, and ignoring all of life’s safety restrictions

But I’m shouting for someone to notice my addictions

I always think I’m getting better

Until I look at my intoxicated reflection

Its something about staring at my complexion

That allow the resurrection of all my old demons

Anxiety attack followed by self-loafing

Contradictions like wanting to have hope but thinking life is a dry joke

But no one is laughing and my backs against the wall

Welcome to the downfall