If my biorhythms are normal
Then something's not right
I need a substance hormonal
That makes my chest feel tight
A little bit of epinephrine
Can make me feel alive
Just a shot of adrenaline
Is what I need to thrive
It's useless to ask me why
I have this every moment need
It's not as if without it I'd die
Yet it's a hunger I must feed
I'm told that I'm trying to mask
An unidentified source of pain
If I could only focus on that task
It would make me whole again
I've considered this instruction
And don't doubt it's partly true
But part of me is simply barren
And can't be revived or made new
So you see, normal is not what
I want to feel day-in and day-out
And so an altered state I sought
A rush I don't want to do without
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