YOU.

I can't tackle the problem since I'm already too entrenched in my old ways.
And I can't seem to look forward because I'm already drunk in the haze.
You can't flash away my blind techniques because, really, they are blind.
Oh how I wish I could understand you and me; especially your kind.

Is this the true meaning of strength? Bitt-er/ cold-er/ re-ality.
(thats what happens when i start to straye awaye)

Oh no, but I come back again smooth and strong, but perhaps weak all along.
The answers were useless to my plugged ears, I can't quite listen (though I'm learning).