World so cold

With these cards life dealt, I fold
Easier to die than live in a world so cold
Relapse, I begin to shake
Reality is a nightmare, and I will never wake

Coffee, cigarettes, addiction, a bottle
Finger on the trigger, I'm going, full throttle
The intent of this addiction is my death
It'll never stop until my last breath

As I begin breaking, aching, fading, crying
I say I'm okay, know I'm lying
I'm screaming, fiending, hating, dying
Forget fighting, I've given up trying.

In a world so cold,
With these cards, I fold.