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.