I live a life of great regret,

All the things I promised but soon forget.

But I always thought there would be more time.

You can't have everything, but it doesn't hurt to try.

Maybe I could let loose for awhile,

It doesn't hurt to live a little wild.

I forgot all morals that had been shoved down my throat.

I laughed at the danger, and considered it a joke.

There's no risk in drugs, no danger in injection.

It's a rush of endorphines, a blinding infection.

I threw my life away on a needle.

How could something so wonderful, leave me so belittled?

I couldn't pull out the future I had tucked away.

All the chances dissaapeared as I injected away the days.

But what didn't kill me made me somewhat stronger,

I still had will to fight the monster.

But even so, I wasn't completley whole.

The monster had consumed me and left me hollow.

But there was enough left to leave it all behind.

No matter my mistake, I wasn't ready to die.

But my dreams and ambitions suffered the ulitmate price.

I didn't have another chance to return to my former life.

I didn't have a wonderful recover story,

There wasn't a miracle result for me.

There was only what I could rescue from myself,

I'm still here, but that's still not enough.

After all that I've been through, what it's made me become,

I know that I'm not a superhuman, I am only one