Luyện nghe bài hát Creative Drug

I'm not allowed to miss anyone I willingly
I thrive and I'm alone and right now I'm
I eyes for everyone
and I write in lines of drugs cause I use you like I use
To hide the light an' moon like an addict
so please, please,

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

just so to be an open wound - and just so happens to be just for me- and I
just so happen to forget what happens to you you figure out that you're being used
The lightbulb always comes too late, like I've burned my escape - an escaped
- I never asked for this cape to be pinned to my back but up the finger nail
graves and I like the way that me feel so I let you let me keep it intact
Dressing up my as fact
you the black mask over my face
thats when I learned that great think alike
but bad minds think exactly the
we used each in bad taste
and I can't change, you 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 things right but I can get
I told myself to never about love,
I told myself to to what I know
the more I learn, the more I learn how I don't
My desire to create and get suppreses my urge to want to die right here, to die right now
I want to my pain into something and someone else
I'm looking for an outlet
a being or to love
a new for my suffering
chopping up the latest creative drug and I it to the brain when I breathe it in
the steam, the trip, the energy I get, only for one moment
it's strange your arm like an 8-ball
and using you like a one night
and most people understand
that my dayjob is rehab and I don't be sober
I wanna get to know her
I wanna unknow myself and be reminded later
it's darkest before the dawn
but it's with sunglasses on
but I 'em on in inside because when I create I'm an insomniac
and thinks I'm on crack
but fuck it the difference?
Dependence is dependence, it on the way you look at it
An is an addict
and I can't without it, I don't know how to live without it
I don't how to function
I'm not somewhere that I haven't been and I'm not good at being home, and I'm not good at sitting
and my has ADHD and I'm definitely mentally 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 of losing so inevitably time will tell
But I'll tell that I'm telling you that I really don't miss my old
Or any of the ones have abused me
I'm not allowed to
I 'em so