Human Conditions

When I'm low, and I'm weak, and I'm lost I don't know who I can trust Paranoia, the destroyer, comes knocking on my door You know the pain drifts to days, turns to nights But it slowly will subside And when it does, I take a step, I take a breath And

Don't drink me I'm like turpentine Make you blind, burn your insides If I don't know me then I don't know you Can't figure out what I'm supposed to do I ain't running away from my mind this time I ain't running away from my mind this time There's a k