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Addiction
Addiction
A very fucked up thing
Especially when I know the harm
It's causing
I don't know the reason
I feel this way for
But each day I end up
Wanting it more
It's unable now
And I don't think it ever could
Sooth the pain
Or make me feel good
I just want without reason
It serves no purpose
Despite no logic
This is my wish
I want to feel
I want to know hard feeling
And it doesn't matter
Who these feelings are killing
It doesn't matter
What emotions they are
It doesn't matter
How deep they scar
It doesn't matter
What they make me see
It doesn't matter
How bad they fuck up me
I just want to feel
Hard feelings
And it doesn't matter
If it's me it's killing
I already know
That feeling happy
Is an emotion
That abandons me
It leaves
Me empty
It's not worth
Trying to be happy
But an emotion
That comes easily
Is an emotion
That torments me
It's an emotion
Although ugly
Is an emotion
Enjoyed by me
So I take the steps
To put it in action
The worse the pain
The better the reaction
The worse I make
My life be
The stronger the emotion
Affects me
Any actions
No matter how far it may drive
Anything
To make me alive
Even though the thoughts
Crammed into my head
Make me wish
That I was dead
Every action
Every try
Any person
Any guy
Anything
To steal her away
Anything
To ruin my day
Set her up
Failed, try again
Get in contact
With her ex-boyfriend
Be in situations
That would make her stray
Be in situations
That would ruin my day
Knowing emotions
Won't last
Tell me a story
Of the past
So I can know
Of the men before
So I can think
You love them more
Tell me
How I'm not fit
And tell me
About the guy you cheated with
Tell me
Of all the guys that would call
And tell me
About all the pictures on the wall
And please
Fool around again
And please
Get back with your ex-boyfriend
And please
Make my wishes real
Please
Help me feel