It’s said and done, there is no turning back.
I’ve made my choice, now I’ve gotta face the facts.
Within myself, the hunger won’t be subdued,
Because I can’t have my cake and eat it too.
I’m worn down from fighting with myself.
I’ll save my life and lose my mental health.
I’m wigging out, everything is turning round.
A bitter taste-no comfort can be found.
An emptiness wells inside of me, there’s no filling the void that will always be.
A self-control is all I have to hold.
It’s been too long.
Maybe I have been to bold.
When you’re by your own
Conviction discipline can be your addiction.
I’m worn down from fighting with myself.
