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Talking To Myself
I was getting crushed by everything I'd bottled up for months
A tidal wave of emotion came crashing in at once
Searching for my saving grace, Looking all around
Watching as my house of cards came quickly tumbling down
Another day sober, It's a miracle I'd say
I can't count how many times I've had one foot in the grave
I had it all, Then had it all taken away
Last call for alcohol, All aboard the three o'clock train
A bottle of sin took what I loved the most
I also miss my sanity; My soul went up in smoke
I never made a bargain, I never made a deal
So the devil took what wasn't his, Handy with the steal
But slowly I've been earning back what's rightfully mine
It's so easy for some to say, "All it takes is time"
So much anger, So much hate, Boiling deep inside
But karma will come around, I've got to keep in mind
It's not my place to make a move, It's not my choice
Through all of the bad I hear, There's also another voice
Do what's right it tells me, I say I will, and well
Then suddenly I laugh because I'm talking to myself
