High Flying

As low turns to high
The monster comes alive
Eating my soul
And numbing my mind
Losing all control
Of the things left behind
Like a stranger taking over my life
With one snap of a finger I screwed up my life
Drugs take over
Because once you start
You'll never be sober
Even though it makes you feel high and free
It's never enough
To set myself free
I never want to stop
Lovers turned haters
Feelings eventually die
They cease to exist
With your comatose mind
Thinking of no one but only myself
With no one to help
I've lost myself

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