Dear diary, this battle's on the verge of emergency
Call in a chemical warfare attack
Temptin' fate with the crisis that my vices will orchestrate
Cold sweats as my bold pupils dilate
I could die from the weight of it all, or make it through another close call
Here's a note to myself, 'Back to the wall the higher u get, girl, the further u fall'
Here's a note to myself, 'Alone in my pain How close can u come to the edge before u walk away?'
Through blackened veins the evil in the needle bleeds into my brain
And sells me on the sense of a fool's escape
I could die from the weight of it all, or make it through anotha close call
But I just need one more taste, 1 more taste
Scars earned from searchin' for solutions, so desperate just to feel
Sold on self-prescribed pollution, just distortin' what was real
And so it goes in the throes of what I can't ovacome
Painfully numb, dear diary, this battle's on the verge of emergency
