Reminiscing on the past has me wishing for a restart.
Tweaking tales of a lost love that separated a man apart.
The dos and dont's of a twisted street life that broke a home,
To a family so selfish and drugged up they left a soldier all alone.
Left behind so compassion is a word I no longer comprehend,
Cursed with a blessing but I betrayed myself like a needle full of heroine.
No stress when the needle touches skin, just a thought that I'll never do this again,
I've become comfortably numb or maybe I'm just comfortable, injecting my poison.
