Without Reason

Piling pills from red to blue it's my addictions.
Push a thin needle inside me to see what could happen.
Do I need help to just break away?, we're always playing games.
Because I've grown so weak, don't beat yourself.
I wish promises were true cause I know that this time they're not.

I show the symptoms as my system breaks apart, not again.
Alot like instinct that I act on without reason but it's relief.

Watch it eating parts of me.
Without control to what it does.
Is their a cure for a dirty obsession, obsessions
Can I be just like you?, no you really can't.
Because I won't do this anymore, that's just cruel.
It's my addictions that keep me down here bounded again...