I am addicted.
To that feeling of bliss.
To that smell.
To that smile.

I am addicted.
To your eyes.
To the feeling I get,
Whenever I'm in your arms.

I am addicted.
To you.
We're going on three years,
And we're still going strong.

Why haven't you given up?
You're so different
Not like anyone else.
You never cease to amaze me,
But why?

Why do you love me?
When I have scars on my hips,
And on my wrists.
I am a constant burden
Why?

My arm tells a story,
I'm too afraid to tell it.

It shows a girl,
With stripes.
How she earned them?
She went through a hard time.
She fell.
Very deep into blackness.

That's my story,
Of how I earned my stripes.
I still am earning them,
Every once in a while.

One pill
Two pills
Three pills
Four.

You're leaving again,
But this time for good.
I know I seem okay,
But really I'm dying.
Whatever happens,
Happens I guess.
I know it's the fifth time,
But I know you're serious.
She isn't happy,
I know you aren't either.
But you can't admit your wrongs,
So you'd rather walk out.
So if you leave,
I hope things get better,
And maybe we can all try again.