Soaring through my veins and I'm afraid
I can't get a grip on my brain oh and it's strange
but we all go a little crazy sometimes
hey there am I a riddle could you figure me out if you tried
if I died
would you know how to feel when you learned my pain was real
red flows deep inside darkness I can't hide
and the proof is on my skin as well as within
I've got an addiction blades and stones to cut me up and break my bones
you think you know me but you don't
an empty heart and a rusted blade and that's how an addictions made
Envy flows out of me as I watch the blood run
it's so easy to lose yourself to the pain that makes you numb
then you can't stop and it gets real
and you need the pain just to feel
and you keep slipping, tripping losing your grip
And gold turns to rubble and now I'm in trouble
One small mistake is all it takes to break
just a little crack makes a broken girl snap and fade away just like that
ashes to ashes dust to dust a broken blade and a puddle of blood
and your left drowned in rust
I've got an addiction blades and stones to cut me up and break my bones
you think you know me but you don't
an empty heart and rusted blade
and that's how an
addictions made
