There's a lot of demons that I have to fight;And everything I try never seems to be right.If it wasn't for alcohol I'm sure I'd die,As long as it's made I'll keep gettin' by.The world I travel in is one that's mean.I chase the bottle that breaks my dreams.I didn't run away and addiction took hold,So now I take each heartache as it unfolds.I let the Devil get ahold of my soul,And no one wants me anywhere I'll go.People avoid me like I am the plague,But I still pray my soul will be saved.If I had been strong and asked for help,I wouldn't be fightin' the devil myself.If you see me, and I'm lyin' in the street,You'll be seein' a man who accepted defeat.The world I travel in is rough and mean.I chase the bottle that breaks my dreams.I didn't run away and addiction took hold,So now I take each heartache as it unfolds.