Substance Low - Haster

Tomorrow held my gaze,

Till I ripped out the page,

No trace, about face.

Now I’m stuck in yesterday’s,

Mistakes- what would they say?

You’re Fake.

I’d never felt regret before.

But now it holds,

Its grip on me,

What once was truth became a fantasy.

Not Long ago,

I used to think,

If there was heaven there’d be room for me.

Breathe.

You have to go,

And find yourself,

It’s up to you again,

Get on your feet and live,

Don’t let the woes

Of substance lows,

Get the best of you again,

It up to you to to Live.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Take me back,

I wanna go back to before,

I ever touched this shit.

Ill taste it for the flavor,

Then crave it for days- you gotta-

Walk away, walk away!

Sleep is for the neighbors,

creeping for days, blurred

Stalk all day- stalk all day!

Why am I running?

Why am I hiding?

All these streets have seen me while using, I’ll take another one,

To reach that high, please,

Let me be i’m seeking a new king.

He don’t account for much-

Oh how the time leaves.

I’ll stay clean for just under two weeks.

But then another one,

enters my sights, please,

Someone drag me out of this misery!

You have to go,

And find yourself,

It’s up to you again,

Get on your feet and live,

Don’t let the woes

Of substance lows,

Get the best of you again,

It up to you to to Live.

Fuck, fuck, take me back,

I wanna go back before…

I lose everything,

Cuz of you!

I can’t crawl back into that hole…

You will be fine,

Living your life.

Live your life!

Don’t need to be fuckin high,

get a grip.

Get a grip.

Get a grip!

on life.

Life!

Take me back I wanna go back before…

I die.

You have to go,

And find yourself,

It’s up to you again,

Get on your feet and live,

Don’t let the woes

Of substance lows,

Get the best of you again,

It up to you to to Live.