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Addict

Empty promises Empty pill bottles Drive fast, hit the throttle You're an addict darling, Let's face it. It's the start And you're not gonna make it. Run from your problems Run from your disease Run from the things That make you weak Run from the voices The demons in your mind The ones you're so Reluctant to hide. Deny deny deny That's your motto Drown your sorrows and doubts In your precious whiskey bottle Cover up the pain Cover up the strain One more hit Then you're good again You find ways to distract yourself From the pain You overdose And get drunk again Nicotine Can only go so far Before your body Fills up with tar Your heart is black Your soul is gone But you don't care, you can't feel, You just wanna have fun Poor creature Who hurt you so? It doesn't matter Just hurry up and go Run from your problems Run from your disease Run from the things That make you weak Run from the voices The demons in your mind The ones you're so Reluctant to hide Seek refuge In that bottomless hole Of despair Hopelessness And never ending pain You don't care Cause you're floating on air You got your fix Poor thing, you're so sick No one can help you now You're too far gone In fact, my dear You'll be dead By the end of this song So Run from your problems Run from your disease Run from the things That make you weak Run from the voices The demons in your mind Yes those voices, Because, honey, They refused to hide. Empty promises Empty pill bottles You drove fast, you hit the throttle You were an addict, darling And let's face it. It's the end, honey. And you, well, you didn't make it.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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