Basements full of smoke,
Children growing old.
A candle burning through the night,
A little girl's soul, sold.

I'm aching in every part of my body
The day after it happened.
I'm trying to stay clear of him
But our paths keep overlapping.

I'm an addict,
And I don't really mind.
As long as I have my drugs,
And our bodies intertwined.

No, I don't love him.
I don't feel a thing.
He's fills my void
My numbness starts to sting.