I’ve been a musician for almost 25 years, that alone could provide story material for days. Life-long depression and drug addiction have had me constantly struggling to survive. But here I am, getting by a day at a time.
What am I doing Do I even know Are the decisions that I’m making The right way to go? I cleaned up To do things the right way
I wish there were words That could accurately describe The intense mixture of feelings I have going on inside This all came out of nowhere
I hope you got all you wanted While leaving me in the dirt It will be alright though I’m used to being hurt I can’t say it’s what I wanted