It's said and done, there is no turning back. I've made my choice, now I've gotta face the facts. Within myself, the hunger won't be subdued, Because I can't have my cake and eat it too. I'm worn down from fighting with myself. I'll save my life and lose my mental health. I'm wigging out, everything is turning round. A bitter taste-no comfort can be found. An emptiness wells inside of me, there's no filling the void that will always be. A self-control is all I have to hold. It's been too long. Maybe I have been to bold. When you're by your own Conviction discipline can be your addiction. I'm worn down from fighting with myself.
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