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 © Lexi Thomas | Year Posted 2016
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