Pensées éparses

This is getting old, I can’t break these chains that I hold
My body’s growing cold, there’s nothin left of this mind or my soul
Addiction needs a pacifier, the buzz of this poison is taking me higher
This will fall away, this will fall away
You’re getting closer, to pushing me Off of life’s little edge
You’re getting closer, you’re holding the rope and I’m taking the fall
— Three Doors Down, Loser —