Inme

I've got one simple statement to make
(I am never going back 'cause I am finally awake)
I've reached my limit now it's all I can take
I've been living in a bubble whilst the trouble amounts
(Wasted seconds, wasted minutes, tasted empty and dry)
I was looking in a mirror thinking, "I don't know who you are"
Could it be this is all I am?
Every single day I wasted, I am never getting back
But there is not a single thing that I can do about it
Every little drink that didn't satisfy me I can't unsink
But now I think it's time to move on and prove myself wrong
I was living in a secret tragic fiction
I was never a best a seller, just a shelf dweller
I had to kill the author of my addictions
I'm rewriting every word, I am the story teller
I cannot blame her, I can only blame myself for her choice
(She was crying to me, why did I not hear her sweet voice?)
If I find a glimmer of hope I know that I will rejoice
Could it be this is all I am?