Most Days

I made a promise I would never do this again.
But here I am.
Getting caught was not enough to bring this to an end.
I guess I'll never learn.

Feeding this addiction, keeps me well.
At least most days.
Stacking lies to keep everyone from finding out.
Because if they only knew who I'd become.
fake, a hypocrite, I'm on the run.
I can't do this on my own.

Let the hell that follows me, be gone.
Bury everything that I've become.
I just keep running, but there's nowhere left to hide.
So here I am.
Here I am I'm letting go of this tonight.

I can't do this on my own.
Only you can save me.