You give me looks,
Talk about me,
Act as if you’re all high and mighty,
You don’t hear me,
I turn away, and try not to listen.
Then I get home
Find Satan’s handbag
Look inside anxiously,
For the solution for Today.
I use his drugs
To help me drift away
Far from here, and into my own Reality.
I take his alcohol
And I drink away the sorrow
Sip by sip, hoping to forget.
I get his blade
Cut and slice away
Then with his advice
Cover it up and hide it.
Next day before I leave
He gives me my fake smile
And sends me off to school
To re-live it all again.
I’m in the dark,
Lost and abused.
Losing my grip
Day by day.
No matter what you do
He always has the cure.
Each day the wound you give me,
I’ll fix it,
I’ll turn to his first aid kit.
Cause my pain
Turns to my addiction
And my addiction
Becomes my Life.
And there isn’t anything
I can do, because you’ve
Turned me into his direction,
Let me hang on the edge,
And pushed me in.
