I keep going to all these meetings to talk about how I feel,
But the truth about my feeling is I don’t feel real,
And people keep saying Sam you’re doing good,
But the truth about my thinking is I am not doing all I could,
Now pain, guilt, insecurity they all took me to the brink,
And the only way I coped with it was to take another drink,
Now that chemical defibrillator that’s no longer there,
So each day I just hope it’s not too much to bear,
It’s up and down, it's left or right but it’s never a straight line.
But hey I haven’t used today, I guess I am doing fine.