I wrote these lyrics...are they any good?!
Question: “Addiction”
Slowly draw it from your jacket
So no one sees me
Bleeding inside through holes of a heart
Now how does this end, where did it start?
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
It slowly draws blood
The inch-the cringe-the cut
The time has come for me
To confess, what I believe
It took place somewhere
I was looking for an outlet
To plug in the confusion
And all would fade away
Bathroom stalls
In school halls
Hiding in a paper bag
Under lockers and fads of the two-thousands
I’m dead-without you
It comes undone
Like a string-I bring it out
Make sure doors are locked, and pour unto my hands
Maybe it will be the end
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
I slowly debate
With my mind, sanity, and a shrink
Of all these things scattered cross a dirty room
Under my bed
I hide what warps my head
And what it makes me do
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
You know you want me it’s burning a hole
Through your mind
Attacking like soldiers, blunt hits
So I fold and, break down
To call for you
My headache is burning me
Over all of these things
Spinning around-I’ll never make it down
To addictions
Calling me
Calling me
Answers: “Addiction”
Slowly draw it from your jacket
So no one sees me
Bleeding inside through holes of a heart
Now how does this end, where did it start?
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
It slowly draws blood
The inch-the cringe-the cut
The time has come for me
To confess, what I believe
It took place somewhere
I was looking for an outlet
To plug in the confusion
And all would fade away
Bathroom stalls
In school halls
Hiding in a paper bag
Under lockers and fads of the two-thousands
I’m dead-without you
It comes undone
Like a string-I bring it out
Make sure doors are locked, and pour unto my hands
Maybe it will be the end
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
I slowly debate
With my mind, sanity, and a shrink
Of all these things scattered cross a dirty room
Under my bed
I hide what warps my head
And what it makes me do
Addictions are dirty
Crawling up your mind with cravings
That plan the demise of your life
To cut it with a knife
Coated with hate
You know you want me it’s burning a hole
Through your mind
Attacking like soldiers, blunt hits
So I fold and, break down
To call for you
My headache is burning me
Over all of these things
Spinning around-I’ll never make it down
To addictions
Calling me
Calling me
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