With all addictions gathering round my head
I take one at a time and have a look
At which will help me quickest to be dead
And on which ones I'd like my life to hook.
I bottle up my pleasures in an hour
The weeks slip by inside a drunken haze
Each placid month I hungrily devour
For twelve years I walk round inside a maze.
I'm not the same as he who was before
There's something in me changed, and I don't care
What matters has diminished more and more
And all alone I stumble in despair.
For nothing can be said now or be done
Those old addictions gathering round have won.
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