No going back

I rode high on the crest of a wave, till i crashed on the shores of reality,
and by that time i couldn,t be saved, no return to a life of normality.
It seems what i once done for kicks, have been replaced by the tools of insanity, 
and the times in between my next fix, will be the times spend making a man of me.
My heart misses the good times but my body can,t take much more
My mind does too much thinking about the torture whats in store.
Inhibitions once lost in a purple haze, a mixed up memories of pills and thrills. 
Ambition is the cost of each come down
Reflecting on the brain cells killed.
The Devil keeps on turning the screw and God knows what i,ve got to do
As much as i fight it, i,m starting to like it
I feel my days of being good are through.
The angels around me have flown, hells got my soul on loan.
I,ve met the grim reaper, shes never been sweeter
When shes ready she,ll take me home.