They something inside me I suppress
I diasagree with all the b.s
Life has been life as a well dressed Junkie
being me has failed miserably

I dont have to trust what you have to say
and Im all right with that today
Im not shooting the pain away
Surprised?

I can skip down the halls through the broken glass
me and my sanity are just fine thanks
no regrets , never looking back

I can laugh in spite
 of my own clouded destiny
my fear driven misery.
befriended by the enemy.
Nothing Ever sticks to me
Leave behind me the shame and the memory
of that Dressed- up Junkie I used to be

What ever you think of me
think it
there was no body behind that wall but me
and if I can smile in the face of my own demons
something tells me eventually I 'll feel free




                                                                              

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