Testo: 4ft Fingers. A Cause For Concern. Stand My Ground.

My feet and hands are tied again
I can't escape my fear again
I'm trying all I can just to step away
But it's never quite as easy, or that simple
Temptation beats the better man every single time
Crash and burn
The ride of my life is going down
But I will stay here and stand my ground
I now longer want this with or without you
I will stand my ground, you're left to look a fool

This time you say, "Things will change"
My moods are turning and I'm feeling pretty strange
The drugs don't ever help me
What can I do?
I've got to see what life would be without the hit of you

Stand my ground
You're the fool
I will stand my ground