Only time will tell.

Addiction, a word I have a loose understanding of.
No one ever thinks they have an addiction until it’s too late.
Until that life you find so valuable is almost taken away from you.
Until you find out your friend almost overdosed.

How do you handle that?
How do you respond?
That moment where your heart sinks so low to the ground
that you’re not sure you can pick it back up.

The drug takes control of you, I understand that.
The drug takes you to new places, I understand that.
The drug can kill, I understand that now.

Senseless, powerless, fearless, it makes you.
But is it worth it, is death worth that moment of feeling invincible?
Sometimes I wonder.

It’s hard to argue with the drug when you're on it.
It’s even harder to say no to it when you're not.
There is that second though, where you have to question,
is this really where I want my life to be headed?

I can’t think, I can only understand.
I hate this feeling of not knowing what could happen next.
Not knowing if I could die, if he could have died.

It puts life into a perspective I did not want to accept.
We all die, we are not invincible.
I need to learn that.
I feel like I’m losing this unwinnable battle with myself.
Torn into two pieces, fighting with myself over what's right
and wha'ts wrong.
I just don’t know anymore.


But can I stop, can he stop.
Can we stop.


Only time will tell.