It's apart of me,
The only reason why I feel free.
It embrace's me,
When I am needed for company.
It satisfies me,
A pain of satisfaction to make me whole.
It makes me happy,
Although I hate all that I am.
It makes me laugh,
Eventhough no-one is laughing.
It heals me,
To take away the pain.
It helps me breathe,
Though the air is thin.
It sings me to sleep,
Eventhough I'm sober.
It has taken over me,
Although I know it's wrong.
It's who I am,
Who you pushed me to be.
This drug, this stuff.. My new addiction. |
