Simply breathing is not enough.
The truth is that...
I want more.
I need more.
Even though they call me names.
They say I'm filthy, they call me addicted.
They don't understand, they don't know the pains.
If no one can help me, I'll help myself.
I don't care anymore, I just want sweet release.
Never reluctant for silence, and for peace.
When I take a hit nowadays, it's never enough.
Just one more? No, I still want more.
I need more, and more.
I won't stop.
I can't stop, breathing is simply not enough.
