The Bed That You Made

 How can you be so weak?
Why do you always follow?

Once so strong and proud
And now so frail and hollow

Why can't you just stand up?
Instead of sinking in this hole

You've surrendered all your strength
And you let it take your soul

Now just close your eyes and pray
And pretend a god will save you

You still try to justify
While your addiction slowly slays you

Illusions front as truth
As deceptions overtake

Your life becomes a lie
A joke
A fraud
A fake

When suddenly your love is gone
And hope has long been lost

You'll see your life, your pride, your trust
Is what your weakness cost

And still you grin your phony grin
While inside you rot and cry

But you know the bed you made is yours
And in it you must lie