Getting Yourself Back Home

Each day passes like the one before
But I should be happy it's that only
This was much easier on drugs galore
I never had to realize that I was lonely

Faced with this what do normal people do
When they cannot stand their own reflection
For most social beings their friends are glue
Who when they're lonely cause a recollection

Perhaps there is no going back
But to many act as living proof
Of both success and epic failure
It's up to you to make your move

It's feels like drowning in a sea of hoplessness
But stick it out to undergo the metamorphasis