Sad Addiction

One foot stuck in the door
and I refuse to move
logic and reason push from behind
while life pulls from in front
yet I will not yeild
I will not let go
I can not let go
not yet, not ever?
It's part of who I am,
and letting it go,
would destroy me,
is it destroying me?

God opens doors and closes those he sees fit
(but I only see the end of my life)
he knows what's best
(but I know what I want)
and what I want is to let myself be happy
(and I'm happy more when I'm near my noke)

I got a fix, and now I'm addicted again.