I'm trying to hold on....
on the edge of pain...
I turned my back to fate
because when i am with
you i've got it all....
I't buried deep within me
the thorns of the past
that i don't want you to feel....
I couldn't stand to see you bleed...
Looking at the sky
and wondering....how would it be
if i could fly....
but that's pnly a childish dream....
Can't let go....and never will....
Confused....alone...
pretending someone else
can come and save my soul...
I cannot restrain the beast
which dwells inside....
i have already given my fight....
tried to kill the pain....
but only brought more....
and for what...
to stay somewhere i don't belong....
But suddenly the rainclouds
driffted way...
under the sun of
one longed sunny day....
all the tears started to fade....
the very first moment i saw your face....
And i felt like sinking into
a long forgotten fairytale....
My soul pages were blunk....
only painted by the blood.....
I tried to escape from the lies....
but i kept falling ike a stone
into the deep waters of emptiness....
Only time told its' tale...
and it all has been in vain....
My soul was sleeping somewhere cold....
fighting....into the looking glass wars....
The truth is hiding in your eyes....
all i need is a smile to embrace the sadness...
a grin to control the madness....
A gaze....a laugh.....
all i have ever felt was death's lust....
I know pain has just begun....
and i am trying to hold on....
pull myself together and go on....
Escape this dark path
which leads me to decay....
There's nothing left....
the fear is gone....
only love can fix the broken pieces....
I know i'm not the perfect one....
but i love you....
so please....stay.....
cause when i'm with you I've got it all....
on the edge of pain...
I turned my back to fate
because when i am with
you i've got it all....
I't buried deep within me
the thorns of the past
that i don't want you to feel....
I couldn't stand to see you bleed...
Looking at the sky
and wondering....how would it be
if i could fly....
but that's pnly a childish dream....
Can't let go....and never will....
Confused....alone...
pretending someone else
can come and save my soul...
I cannot restrain the beast
which dwells inside....
i have already given my fight....
tried to kill the pain....
but only brought more....
and for what...
to stay somewhere i don't belong....
But suddenly the rainclouds
driffted way...
under the sun of
one longed sunny day....
all the tears started to fade....
the very first moment i saw your face....
And i felt like sinking into
a long forgotten fairytale....
My soul pages were blunk....
only painted by the blood.....
I tried to escape from the lies....
but i kept falling ike a stone
into the deep waters of emptiness....
Only time told its' tale...
and it all has been in vain....
My soul was sleeping somewhere cold....
fighting....into the looking glass wars....
The truth is hiding in your eyes....
all i need is a smile to embrace the sadness...
a grin to control the madness....
A gaze....a laugh.....
all i have ever felt was death's lust....
I know pain has just begun....
and i am trying to hold on....
pull myself together and go on....
Escape this dark path
which leads me to decay....
There's nothing left....
the fear is gone....
only love can fix the broken pieces....
I know i'm not the perfect one....
but i love you....
so please....stay.....
cause when i'm with you I've got it all....
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the next morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the next morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or so like before.
Short and simple :)