Luyện nghe bài hát Creative Drug

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

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

just so happens to be an wound - 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 always too late, like I've already burned my escape - an escaped
- I never asked for this cape to be pinned to my back but covers up the finger
graves and I the way that makes me feel so I let you let me keep it intact
Dressing up my feelings as
you slip the mask over my face
when I learned that great minds think alike
but bad think exactly the same
we used each other in bad
and I change, you can't change
you change, you can't change
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 write about love,
I told myself to stick to what I
the more I learn, the more I how much I don't
My desire to create and get higher suppreses my urge to to die right here, to die right now
I to bury my pain into something and someone else
I'm always looking for an
a being or to love
a new outlet for my
chopping up the latest creative drug and I it to the brain when I breathe it in
the steam, the trip, the I get, it's only for one moment
it's strange using arm like an 8-ball
and using you like a one stand
and most people won't
that my is rehab and I don't wanna be sober
I don't wanna get to her
I just wanna myself and be reminded later
it's darkest before the dawn
but darker 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 what's the
is dependence, it depends on the way you look at it
An addict is an
and I can't live without it, I know how to live without it
I know how to function
I'm not somewhere that I haven't been and I'm not good at being home, and I'm not at sitting still
and my soul has ADHD and I'm definitely ill
and I don't 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 losing so inevitably time will
But tell that 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