Inside my insecurities I hide my imperfections I find my blurred reality inviting (?) Getting lost and being chancy and get off on rejection I only feel alive When I
Can't have it, God I want it, need it, breath it My addiction So wrong that's why I like it, taste it, crave it My affliction The loving The waiting The thrill of going crazy It's my next obsession
I feel these vacancies of mine with unhealthy fascinations It's so clear I'm never satisfied, it's blinding Too late; no matter how I try, can't break my fixation I only feel alive When I
Can't have it, God I want it, need it, breath it My addiction So wrong that's why I like it, taste it, crave it My affliction The loving The waiting The thrill of going crazy It's my next obsession
Suffocating in the sensation And its irrational
Can't have it I want it I need it I breath it The loving The waiting It's driving me crazy