You are a contr-adiction
Like acid rain on a down feather pillow
I let your silence you keep, be the noise I hear
The words you lock behind those precious lips
Are exactly what I desire so desperately, so deeply, to know

I dont want food to be my adiction anymore
I don't want to numb my emotions by yet another drug
I dont want to sweep everything underneath a rug.

Yes Ive did it wrong, but what could I do?
Food was the only thing that gave me comfort, its not like I've could've shoot up ******* in my veins at the age of 10.

But I had food, a sick adiction, a temporary fix, for problems that are much deep.

It's a miracle that I could've even function under such amounts of stress, But I did it brave without showing any signs of distress. And why, why wouldnt I feel disstress and pain? anyone that walked in my shoes would feel the same.

So this is my solution, a sour and sweet absolution, from now on there'll be no supstatution for how I feel.

You are my sweet addiction
just one touch can set me on fire
and make my world come crashing down
you help me
and you hinder me
you make me stronger
but at the same time
I'm weak
I can't imagine my life without you
but at the same time
I need to get free
and yet you saved me
saved me from myself
but I'm ready
ready to get out
but I know only you understand me
and in the end you will be the only person to care
when no one else does