| My my my my my addiction |
| My my my my my addiction |
| This is another song about a girl |
| The one who makes me scream soft |
| This girl can make me feel so miserable |
| But sometimes it feels like I’d rather die in this misery |
| With seven syllables I’ll spill my heart on to this song |
| You are… inside… my head… too much |
| I hate to have to say |
| You’re my my my my my addiction |
| I can’t… seem to… forget… the taste |
| That you left that day |
| It’s my my my my my addiction |
| Stepping in my life like it’s a rugt that says welcome |
| I never heard her know the door or ask for permission |
| I’d tell you she’s a thief but I can’t lie and say i don’t feel alright |
| This girl can make me feel so miserable |
| But sometimes it feels like I’d rather ide in this misery |
| With seven syllables I’ll dedicate this song to You are… inside… my head… too much |
| I hate to have to say |
| You’re my my my my my addiction |
| I can’t… seem to… forget… the taste |
| That you left that day |
| It’s my my my my my addiction |
| My my my my my addiction |
| Her touch is poison trough my skin |
| Her touch is poison in my vein |
| You are… inside… my head… too much |
| I hate to have to say |
| You’re my my my my my addiction |
| I can’t… seem to… forget… the taste |
| That you left that day |
| It’s my my my my my addiction |
| My my my my my addiction |
| My my my my my addiction |
| She’s my addiction |
| She’s my my my my addiction |
| She’s my my my addiction |
| Her touch is poison trough my skin |
| Her touch is… my |