Stop Again

I feel like it’s no use to fight
Cuz I’ll be leveled off to the ground again tonight
Cuz my resolve was installed bent
Just like my convictions and my common sense
If they could all just see me now
I bet they’d all just laugh out loud about how
How right they were when they called me out
Just another fuckup in the crowd
I hope it makes 'em proud
Cuz I’m running out of options
Each time I start it’s harder to stop again
I’m running out of time
Cuz if it doesn’t do me in
It’ll ruin my mind
I don’t need your options
And I don’t need your time
I’m buying & borrowing a quick end
One six pack at a time
Does it make you proud?