"when addictions overpower your already weakened mind filled with torment"

some asshole's always got to ruin my good time
I've grown used to it being me
so caught up in the past or the future
we're too over concerned to appreciate this moment
and soon it will be just another time we regret
just like it was destined to be something we forget

I'll always have mine
I've got all this time
so much wasted
I can't help but think
I could have done so much more
so much for time

alcohol spins me around in a circle again
I think it will erase my problems, but I end up where I began
I have my injury and now I feel sick
I have my mental disease and now I'm an addict
just one more thing I add to my troubles
just one more thing before I let go

and I'm free
for the first time I can fly
let it be
sooner or later we all die