I'm still here, it's like I never left Smiles and roses, black and cold It seems as though, your as far as you are near, I've always wondered what a life of abstinence is like Is it sobriety but always with a hint of inevitable relapse, return Coming round again but back to the same situation A familiarity in recognizing utter recurring failure Because if between the two of you If I had to choose Looking back now, it wouldn't be you.....