I've been to heaven, I've been to hell, Ive been to New York, and God knows where.
Don't tell me it's difficult for both of us, you have no clue what kind of life I've been having since I left.
No matter how much I want to draw an end to the destructive path of mine, the memory has always haunted me.
I'm haunted by the ghost of memory.
My mental is so fuked up now n I just don't know how to make it right. I don't even know how to live with myself.
Do you have any idea what kind of life i live in- the life I constantly don't want to spend any second longer to be sober?
I just want to stay unconscious so I don't resent myself and my life.