-Bad Habits-

This addictions,

got my head spinning,

the medication won't touch a thing.

 

I'm an addict,

it's problematic,

and everyone knows I'll never be the same.

 

Breathing is a chore,

something I don't appreciate anymore,

so when you leave make sure to slam the door.

 

See, this addiction will be the death of me,

I know the razors structure oh so well,

and when I die I know I'm going straight to hell.

 

I can't feel it pass the bleeding,

Could you break me down a little harder?

'Cause no one knows what it is that I'm needing.

 

Everyone tells me it only hurts when my eyes are opened,

but d****t it hurts when I close them.

Shh...

 

Let me try closing my eyes,

No, the pain is still buried deep in my chest,

this is the death of me, so lay me down to rest.

 

Written by Emilie Renee

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is rhythmic...and i believe the addiction to be love...we cannot help but fall into it, even as we fall out of it, we look for the next fix...to sustain us.

better bad drugs than no drugs at all.

really like the undertones of your writing...subtle yet powerful.

jacob

[lee von cleef]

Ouch, the second of yours I have perused , lots of rhythm , needs music ,but I like it.