Relapse
I feel like crap cause yea, i relapse
Relapse~to fall into a former state
I guess i fell back into devil's trap
I was just a his susceptible bait
And here i go again; back down this road
Down the road I’ve walked on so many times
The devil is poking me with him goad
Making me walk down this road full of grime
Truly this fight seems invincible
Why fight if i know I’m going to lose
The state I’m in is inexplicable
I am so confuse don't know what to choose
And everyone will think that everything that I've said has all been fake
But I’d rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes
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