It's my drug
My strength in the dark
Keeping me alive
If only by a hair
Just the rush of hitting the ball
And running the bases
Getting my blood pumpin
And the winning run
Catching the fly no one thought possible
And then turning the double play
It keeps me from my death
From the ever tempting knife
From the death I think I deserve
The only place
I can show some of my true colors
In the never ending battle
No one but me knows
The struggle against
My ever tempting death
*Note: This isn't my best. It's the first I've written in weeks so cut me some slack*
