Addicted
They tell you that you’re sick
And you need to get some help
They think that it’s something that you can just stop
But they don’t understand
You are addicted
Its spell has got you hooked
And just when you think it’s over
It’s all begun again
You love the rush you get
When the knife touches your skin
The relief you get
When you slice open your skin
The success you feel
When you see the river of red
Then when they see you sitting there gawking at your wound
They start to think your crazy
And then they send you to the doc who will give you pills
Because you are “depressed”
They expect you to quit right away
But you are still addicted
And the pills can’t make it go away
