I’m sat here in wonder,
figuring what the best thing is to do,
do I put myself first or last,
and do I try to confess to you?
I’m sat here wondering ,
if there is a way out of this alive,
its not that I dont want to be open,
its just I cant seem to survive.
I’m addicted to a substance,
that I cant seem to get hold of,
and that is being held and been told i’m needed and wanted until you can no longer say it,
that is being kissed and touched and made to feel like im everything,
im addicted, im guilty, but when im ditched and left im twice as empty.
I’m addicted to a substance, some may call it pain,
something I cant seem to get control of, and I will keep hurting myself all the same.