a d d i c t e d

Waking up, don't understand the point of this thing called living

The world is sinful and feeling is sickening

It takes everything I have, and I'm just supposed keep giving?

Frankly I'm fed up and livid, because this life unforgiving

I would ask for help but pride tells me to keep it all in

That's what you taught when you wearing my skin

Normalize and bottle the the trauma that we are akin

I don't think we realize we both mentally and physically trapped in

Save that for later, I don't think they hear me

Let's talk about drugs I'm abusing, maybe then they'll all feel me

Think I'm digressing, off this cess, it's ironic I guess

That when I'm in hell's the only time I'm feeling less stressed