Recovery

Oh, woe is me, the active addict says
Repeating the same mistakes,
(I'd be better off dead)
For my self-pity soundtrack is spinning tonight,
The same damn song is stuck in my head

The addict in recovery
Smiles into the night
For she can see the stars in the sky
And appreciate their worth

Is this a gift or a curse?
Is the denial really stronger than self-worth?
Is it the Devil, the situation, or just a little fun?
I mean, how could it be, that my own mind is deceiving me?

The active addict lives a thousand lives
In both Heaven and in Hell
Searching, scratching, hustling, and dying
Obsessed with that first high

The recovering addict knows only the truth
Living one life of a thousand meanings
And never questioning why
For they know the answer awaits up above
And empowers the heart over the mind