recovery ft. Greygh0st

Puzzle pieces, are what give us structure

If only we knew where to place each piece

I treat my passions like a canvas, and I paint my pain away

In my room there's a closet

And inside that closet lies a box of secrets

And inside this box of secrets lies the key to all these reasons of why I let myself fail so many times, to the point I couldn't leave this, house full of leeches

It's peachy really, knowing I could never find a good enough reason to get these things to change

I tried to rearrange my strange thoughts, but it only led me to anger

Over and over again, this path I started walking on grew longer

Till I found a staircase

But while walking up these steps, they kept growing steeper

And with every step I walked up, I grew more and more exhausted and drained