Yesterday i was shit

Yesterday i was shit

today i am a king

clinging to a needle like a king

addicted to my thoughts

my own drug dealer

looking in my past though a rear view mirror

slow, fast, slow, fast, slow, fast

a crash and more gas

revitalizing my repressed thoughts

trying to fix broken ties

though i know my thoughts are my own lies

trying to try

how i miss my old life

a guarantee is what they need

i cannot supply

i just lay here, looking at the shitty days

looking for ways i could have handled myself

i know the impossibility

if i lose my past i lose my soul

The past is like a knife in your side

so painful, you want to take it out so you no longer feel

but if you do, you will bleed out and die

we are products of our past

it is who we are

to lose the memories is to lose oneself

today i am a king

tomorrow i will change

until i can break that chain