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By , New Berlin, WI
I know I have issues,
They gnaw at me day after day.
I know they are what I should work at to fix.
But you don’t understand.

You can’t make a person change until they want to.
And frankly, I don’t want to.
I could try and explain it to you
But you’ll never understand.

It’s not that I won’t stop, it’s that I can’t.
This is my drug of choice;
My addiction that
I won’t let you understand.

So I keep these secrets from you, and lock them in a box
Because there is no one out there to help me.
I lie in bed and die at night over the choices I make that
I don’t understand.

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