I thought that the drugs would help or maybe the years would slow me down maybe desire has no end I guess I'll find out Trying to tell myself all that I need is one more round but that's what the fool has always said if all that I want is always coming next will I ever approach a soul that's satisfied are all of my dreams leading me to dead ends is it just an addiction that's been well disguised what if I just worked all day and then paid for sex no more heartache on my conscience might be trying but I'm a mess must love dice 'cause I don't use condoms I got shit to get off my chest I'll get straight with the things I want if I'm at odd with myself again It won't be good maybe I'm just afraid to admit what I want maybe it's hard to say 'cause I don't wanna be judged something inside me says I'm out of step with all I need why's it so hard to let things go could you show me how I'll never hold my breath and pray that it all would let me be when I gotta burn my hand to know is it a question that I need to solve or is it just a trope that I keep falling in is it a fantasy that I've been sold or are they just compulsions that I can't defend what if I just worked all day and then paid for sex no more heartache on my conscience might be trying but I'm a mess must love dice 'cause I don't use condoms I got shit to get off my chest I'll get straight with the things I want if I'm at odd with myself again It won't be good maybe I'm just afraid to admit what I want maybe it's hard to say 'cause I don't wanna be judged oh what I'd give to see through this fork in the road if there's a path for me could someone please let me know