Addicted

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Ain't it funny that you're looking for consolation
In a state of mind so close to self-deprecation
With a feeling bound to hell but heaven-sent

If you want to leave it all behind you can't shake it off
But if there's nothing else to hold you back
You can't get enough of it
The sweetest drug still kills you in the end

Because you're running from yourself
When you're addicted to that squalor
It gets impossible to cope like everyone else
But after all, you still enjoy it

You say you can't enjoy a sunny day without knowing rain
But every time it rains too long and causes you pain
You never knew you're such a masochist

And though you know exactly what it is that holds you down
You behave like you're a hostage with the Stockholme syndrome
Infatuated with the enemy

Because you're running from yourself
When you're addicted to that squalor
It gets impossible to cope like everyone else
But after all, you still enjoy it
Yea

Because you're running from yourself
When you're addicted to that squalor
It gets impossible to cope like everyone else
But now you cannot live without it