Running through my brain looking for this feeling called safety; I'm not insane but I'm on my way, there's no debating. It's not a game, my picture frame; there's no change, it's not the same
My conscience haunts me like a ghost in an old house
Tell me what you know 'bout the pain, what you know 'bout?
Tell me you know how it feels to never wanna go out, uh
Anti, percs to the, got me scratchin'
Ain't no such thing as relaxin' without relapsing