Addict, Addict, At Your Door.

For those that have let the recreational habits become a monster.

The monster came knocking at my door,

I let him in,

I thought had more control than before,

needless to say, I was wrong,

he took me high and I didn't like the comedown,

so now I try to stay away,

but I'm not one to work through the withdraw.

 

And before you know it, there I was, knocking at his door,

he let me in without a sound,

nothing but an empty room and a floor,

I don't want a way out, anymore.

 

I'm spent and lonely,

because of all the lies the monster told me,

but I wouldn't take it back,

I like the way the monster deals,

the high I get,

when nothing else feels.