There`s a lot of demons that I have to fight;
And everything I try never seems to be right.
If it wasn`t for alcohol I`m sure I`d die,
As long as it`s made I`ll keep gettin` by.
The world I travel in is one that`s mean.
I chase the bottle that breaks my dreams.
I didn`t run away and addiction took hold,
So now I take each heartache as it unfolds.
I let the Devil get ahold of my soul,
And no one wants me anywhere I`ll go.
People avoid me like I am the plague,
But I still pray my soul will be saved.
If I had been strong and asked for help,
I wouldn`t be fightin` the devil myself.
If you see me, and I`m lyin` in the street,
You`ll be seein` a man who accepted defeat.
The world I travel in is rough and mean.
I chase the bottle that breaks my dreams.
I didn`t run away and addiction took hold,
So now I take each heartache as it unfolds.