who am i?

it seems this life of mine is not a fit
should i stay or should i quit?

what will be left for me to do?
who will i be then, who?

will i be a junkie shooting drugs into my vein?
trying everything just to mask the pain.

or will i be sober and clean
living the life i have always dreamed?

but if i couldn't get away
how many loved ones will i betray?

if i did what will i find?
or will i just get left behind?

will i always be alone?
always searching for a home?

will i ever move on?
or will i suffer until i'm gone?

will i ever win this fight?
or will my world be dark as night?

will it always be drugs i crave
until they put me in my grave?

will i always put up walls?
will i stand or will i fall?

will i ever make it
or could i just fake it?

will i ever be free from shame?
or will i always play this game?

will i ever be able to look into your eyes?
will i ever not hear those cries?

will i ever stand on my own?
for this is the only life i've known.