Addicted

It's a tale of unrequited love.

I stand all alone outside in the rain

It's never fallen down this endlessly

But that's not the thing that's drowning me

My sorrow is shielded behind a wall of pain

I can't say that I'll ever understand

The words being washed from this note in my hand

Nothing in this world can be as cold as I feel

There's so many things I know I need to say

Yet I merely crumble as you drive away

I'm losing my cool and I can't conceal

The violent shuddering of my emptiness

So stubborn is its relentlessness

It's a downward spiral but

[CHORUS]

I can't help myself because I'm addicted

Ridiculously addicted

To you

And I can't help myself until I admit it

I'm hopelessly committed

To you

I go inside and find nothing there has changed

I'm bleary eyed and tired of circumstance

Is it my destiny perchance

To be unfulfilled, a vacancy, to be estranged

An apparition floating all alone

Forever shackled to the unknown

It's making it hard, so hard for me to maintain

My only choice is to hope to transcend

This something or other that never ends

I pray for peace of mind but it's all in vain,

A primrose path of burning embers and razor blades,

Life stands before me and I'm afraid

Because I am falling and

[CHORUS]

I can't help myself because I'm addicted

Ridiculously addicted...

I can't help myself because I'm addicted to the way you looked at me, your smile, the sound of your voice when you say my name

I can't help myself because I'm committed to throwing myself on the floor, shaking my head, wondering what I said to make you go away

Author's Note

I wrote a song that I wanted to hear. It seems- to me, anyway- that the art of the lyricist is lost or dying. I also tried to challenge myself, and poetic conventions, with the stanza pattern being ABB ACC. All parts outside of the main verses are designed to comply with standard song lyrics.