Beauty is addicting   But the track marks are easy to hide   A slow and agonizing tome    These pages of my past that I wish I didn't know   I'll erase my knowledge and grasp for a way to speak   I'll betray this isolation for a world of endless sleep   One after another   I live to kill    Self-medicating   I need the fix   Thoughts pull me into place   Into the boiling heat   My role as a friend is useless   My life is incomplete   When I am dead I will have all the time in the world to dream.