addicted

 

You ask me why I can’t stop,

can’t stop crying all along,

can’t stop feeling all alone,

why myself never seems to rest,

why I need to embrace my chest

and feel my inside bleeding

from all these never ending beating.

 

I’m addicted to the pain,

to the fire in my veins,

when I get hurt, otherwise I can’t feel,

nothing else seems real,

I just want to come alive

while I dive into my wounds,

it’s caustic and sore

but I need more, I must be insane,

’cause I’m addicted to the pain.

 

No human would like to carry this weight

but after all it’s too late,

I do not know anything else,

I’m not a heaven’s child, I’m a hell’s,

I can’t stop it, even if I wish for,

there’s not much power left, can’t even roar,

the twinge is what I’m used to and for what I now claim.

 

I’m addicted to the pain,

to the fire in my veins,

when I get hurt, otherwise I can’t feel,

nothing else seems real,

I just want to come alive

while I dive into my wounds,

it’s caustic and sore

but I need more, I must be insane,

’cause I’m addicted to the pain.

 

Yeah!

It’s like an addiction,

unfortunately no fiction,

none is there for you if you shout,

your echo’s turning back less loud

and it reveals your true value,

the mirror is making you blue,

you do not try something different,

you’re not very belligerent,

you don’t try to change anything,

your requirement’s what you sing,

it’s like a drug you need now’n’then,

to push you a lil’ bit more when

you need another vital sign,

reminding you this is no rhyme,

this is real, you will get shattered,

your addiction was more mattered.

 

I’m addicted to the pain,

to the fire in my veins,

when I get hurt, otherwise I can’t feel,

nothing else seems real,

I just want to come alive

while I dive into my wounds,

it’s caustic and sore

but I need more, I must be insane,

’cause I’m addicted to the pain.