For me
   Happiness is illegal,
And
   Sadness is my addiction.

Colours are shaded differently
Lives can change instantly

Cigarettes and alcohol couldn't hold you back
You wanted to break my mind
I allowed you by being kind
You knew that eventually I'd crack

Diablo... they used to call me
It's not who I wanted to be
It wasn't a choice
I was chosen

I wish I could go back to that day
To whom would it favor?
Only those I hurt
Only those, I...

I wish it were me instead of you
It was a war in there and I got out
I never should have
The war out here's a lot more difficult

Those white lines seem so sweet
Those red eyes seem to fix it all
What helped most, the amnesia?
White lines, I need ya
White lines, I got ya
Solemn Sold Soul Said Satan
Solitary solitude, shed shears
Temporary takeoff, tense tears

it's like,
like fire being shot up my veins;
I feel alive.
It's addicting,
it's living in the unknown,
but every time I open my eyes...
I can taste it.
The nostalgic bliss on my tongue.
It's real.

But do I want it without you?

Your love is a cigarette,
burning with passion.
I breathe you in deeply,
watch white turn to ashen.

My stress disappears,
a temporary buzz.
You make me feel better,
your smile always does.

My lungs draw you in,
inhaling your air,
while telling myself
that you must really care.

I know I should quit.
You're bad for my health.
Your love's filled with toxins
that sneak up with stealth.

As soon as you're gone,
I'll crave you again.
Headaches and heartaches,
I need you again.

So light up another,
Until I get smarter,
old habits die hard,
bad habits die harder.

Last time I promise,
I can't keep this up.
You're killing my insides,
your love is corrupt

The longer I love you,
the more toxic you get.
I'm addicted to you
like my first cigarette.

You are so small, so petite
I could almost pluck you from this field of flowers and place you in my shirt pocket, just to see if you could possibly get any closer to my heart
I already feel you crawling from chamber to chamber
But ****, if I could feel your physical touch inside my chest, would it really feel so different ?
You are so warm, so gentle, so sweet
Always fresh as a daisy
And your hands,
Always busy as bees
And your lips,
As if carved from rose petals,
Remain forever on mine
Because I cannot stay away
Opiates are nothing compared to you
But, alas, I am addicted

I miss being yours
You seem like the person
Where when I say I'm hurt
You say “good”, and move along
But I'm addicted
To the thought of changing your mind
Rather than accepting what I cannot change
I find myself down a familiar path
Of holding on to the past
The amazing memories
The happiest I've ever been
For it all to just be ripped away from me
Again

I've been thinking about your lips,
And of the people who met them before me.
And I just can't comprehend the finality of that moment,
That your lips touched theirs for the last time.
It's been 8 hours since I kissed you last
And every fibre of my body is longing for you;
To feel your breath between my lips,
To ******* future on your tongue.
Urgent and delicate;
Because no one kiss is ever enough.
With my fingers in your hair
And your body pressed against me,
I'll pull you closer still,
The space between us though barely existent is far too great.
I can still hear your voice in my ear,
Breathless and whispered.
Say my name.
Yours rolls off my tongue without control.
You've got me so high,
I don't ever want it to end.
Your kiss is in my veins,
And I need another hit.