The angel inside your eyes,
the yells covering the lies,
to good to admit your wrong,
our story that uncovers this song,
to mad to let go of your frustration,
loosing every part of your concentration,
longing for your next hit,
and the excitement you get from it,
enjoying the feeling of being some where else,
because you're not happy with yourself,
the let down faces of your guilty pleasure,
selfconsious with all the pressure,
locked in the bathroom away from those who care,
being restrained from the devils wings that are sure to tare,
cold without the addiction,
warm when you hit it,
the addiction that controls your life,
that made you lose your wife,
but most of all that controls your life.
