Luyện nghe bài hát Creative Drug

I'm not allowed to anyone I willingly left
I thrive and I'm alone and now I'm vigorous
I have eyes for
and I write in lines of drugs I use you like I use this
To hide from the an' moon like an addict
so please, please,

so please let me wipe my feet off on your cheek before I enter open mind - which

just so happens to be an open - and just so happens to be just for me- and I
just so to forget what happens to you when you figure out that you're being used
The lightbulb comes too late, like I've already burned my escape - an escaped
- I never asked for cape to be pinned to my back but covers up the finger nail
graves and I like the way that makes me feel so I let you let me it intact
Dressing up my as fact
you slip the black over my face
thats when I learned that great minds alike
but bad think exactly the same
we used each in bad taste
and I change, you can't change
you can't change, you can't
and I can't change your mind, but I can change clothes
and I can't make right but I can get close
I told myself to never about love,
I told myself to stick to what I
the I learn, the more I learn how much I don't
My desire to create and get higher my urge to want to die right here, to die right now
I want to bury my pain into something and else
I'm always for an outlet
a being or thing to
a new for my suffering
chopping up the creative drug and I take it to the brain when I breathe it in
the steam, the trip, the I get, it's only for one moment
it's using your arm like an 8-ball
and you like a one night stand
and most people understand
that my dayjob is rehab and I wanna be sober
I don't get to know her
I just wanna unknow myself and be reminded
always darkest before the dawn
but it's darker sunglasses on
but I wear 'em on in inside when I create I'm an insomniac
and everyone thinks I'm on
but it what's the difference?
Dependence is dependence, it on the way you look at it
An is an addict
and I can't live without it, I know how to live without it
I know how to function
I'm not that I haven't been and I'm not good at being home, and I'm not good at sitting still
and my soul has ADHD and I'm definitely ill
and I have a prescription for script, I can fill it out for myself
the street runs for street drugs and I think this street leads straight to hell
and I'm on a streak of so inevitably time will tell
But I'll tell I'm telling you that I really don't miss my old self
Or any of the that have abused me
I'm not allowed to
I 'em so