My legs have been broken for quite sometime, but I've kept trying to walk.
Maybe that explains why I keep on falling and stumbling, losing my way.
Maybe if I had a crutch or crutches, I'd be able to walk right. Something to, make me feel..
LIke you once did. Except I knew I was still mortal.
Maybe if I did drugs more often and swallowed oceans of alcohol I'd feel the same.
Invincible, yet still mortal.
Except I wasn't addicted to you, and I didn't use you like I do drugs and alcohol.
If crutches help me walk, then they help me walk. It shouldn't matter if you're walking perfectly fine without me.