Crutches Testo

Drowning our sorrows with wine and cheap beerOnly hides for now the reality of our fear
Crutches
A syringe filled with heroin leads straight to hell
Life is a sickness from which you cannot get well
Crutches
Faced with existence that offers no hope
We find ourselves trapped at the end of our rope
The future looks bleak the past filled with pain
We look to find ways of numbing our brain
Crutches
Days filled with boredom that hangs in the air
Weeks of depression and years of despair
You turn to crutches to help make it through
But there's only one answer that lies within you