Luyện nghe bài hát Creative Drug

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

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

just so happens to be an open wound - and just so happens to be for me- and I
just so happen to forget what happens to you when you figure out that you're used
The lightbulb always comes too late, like I've already burned my - an escaped
- I never asked for this cape to be pinned to my back but covers up the finger
graves and I like the way makes me feel so I let you let me keep it intact
Dressing up my feelings as
you slip the black mask my face
when I learned that great minds think alike
but bad minds think the same
we each other in bad taste
and I can't change, you can't
you can't change, you change
and I can't change mind, but I can change your clothes
and I make things right but I can get close
I myself to never write about love,
I told myself to stick to what I
the more I learn, the more I learn how I don't
My to create and get higher suppreses my urge to want to die right here, to die right now
I to bury my pain into something and someone else
I'm always for an outlet
a being or to love
a new for my suffering
chopping up the latest creative drug and I take it to the brain I breathe it in
the steam, the trip, the I get, it's only for one moment
it's strange using your arm an 8-ball
and using you like a one stand
and most people understand
that my dayjob is rehab and I don't wanna be
I wanna get to know her
I just wanna unknow and be reminded later
it's always darkest the dawn
but it's darker sunglasses on
but I 'em on in inside because when I create I'm an insomniac
and everyone I'm on crack
but fuck it the difference?
is dependence, it depends on the way you look at it
An is an addict
and I live 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 home, and I'm not good at sitting still
and my soul has ADHD and I'm mentally ill
and I don't have a for script, I can fill it out for myself
the street runs for drugs and I think 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 I really don't miss my old self
Or any of the ones that abused me
I'm not allowed to
I 'em so