Stuck

I lost myself last night somewhere between the alcohol and the few lines that I hit.
Ecstasy is now a part of me and drugs can prove me a bit rude, so pardon me.

I've lost track of who I am really, writing every now and then trying to get back to the old ways, pen, paper, coffee sometimes.

I've read some stuff I wrote a year ago and I found some traces of me here and there that are lost now, I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize my own self.
And not for one second do I second guess the decision I'm making.

So if you need me just close your eyes, I'll always be there.

Bang!