One Way Doors:

I take a walk down fake street, where I buy my tabs and my rocks.

I recall what happened last time I walked down this alleyway.

Who would've thought that seventeen years in the making, I’d be so messed, up.

 

When I was young they told me,

if I walk down this path there would would only be one way out.

I got caught and wrapped up in it.

In it, in it

 

My walk back home was frightening, a mix of the whole box and bottle made sure I kept myself tied to a feeling of anxiety.

Society hates those like me, those who love to stay stupid and those stay trapped.

Little do they know what we're going through.

 

When I was young they told me,

if I walk down this path there would would only be one way out.

I got caught and wrapped up in it.

In it

 

Now I’ve lost my way out

Yeah I’ve lost my way out

There’s no way out

No

 

When I take that last pill I cant promise it's the first I took,

there’s no way I can take a second look,

i’m addicted, to the pain, the stress, the feeling in my chest,

Makes me feel, makes me know, I’ve always known, makes me know,

I'm not okay.