Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Addict of the Gallery, artist - Faith Marie. Date of issue: 10.07.2018
Song language: English
Addict of the Gallery |
| I play Russian roulette with my sleep every night |
| Collecting more wrinkles underneath my eyes |
| If only I could tell you how much I love |
| The pain and the struggle |
| I’m addicted to the sorrow |
| Guess I turned something bad into something worse |
| I’d rather be alone and maybe that’s how this works |
| I’ve gotten so used to the feeling of rejection |
| Set myself up with these expectations |
| God really likes to test me |
| But the way I like to see it is |
| More material |
| Feeling low |
| Taking scraps from destruction |
| Building me up again |
| Sculpted with melodies carved in the crevices |
| But I stand alone |
| Only to admire |
| Never to touch |
| Reach out with my hands |
| But it never connects |
| I’m a complicated mess that I’ve come to accept |
| So go ahead and disappoint me |
| I’ll always feel isolated and lonely |
| It’s part of being a showpiece |
| I’m addicted to the artistry |
| I’m hanging up in a room full of silence |
| Bleeding colours from the pain and the violence |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m hanging up like a dying bouquet |
| Drying out like a half-eaten pastry |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m addicted to the gallery |
| I’m an addict I’m an addict of the gallery |
| Friends and family wonder what happened to me |
| Constantly asking me do you think you’re happy? |
| No |
| I’m not |
| But I’m happy to know the worse that I feel the more that I grow |
| Migraines and bad days |
| Madness and caffeine |
| I welcome you with open arms and a handful of Advil |
| It’s hard to win it all |
| But I’ll never settle for less |
| They say to live in the present but it’s too hard to digest |
| So I live for the future |
| And for who I’ll become |
| But I’d be lying if I said I’m not afraid of her now |
| I think she wants to destroy me |
| Piece by piece |
| But man I can’t wait to meet her |
| She sounds just like poetry |
| I’m hanging up in a room full of silence |
| Bleeding colours from the pain and the violence |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m hanging up like a dying bouquet |
| Drying out like a half-eaten pastry |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m addicted to the gallery |
| I’m an addict I’m an addict of the gallery |
| Every inch of me is aching |
| Knowing there’s a space awaiting |
| For me to fill |
| In a gallery for bigger things |
| I’m getting slightly claustrophobic |
| Too big for the frame that’s holding |
| All I can be |
| I want to roam |
| Free… |
| The world is my gallery |
| I’m hanging up in a room full of silence |
| Bleeding colours from the pain and the violence |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m hanging up like a dying bouquet |
| Drying out like a half-eaten pastry |
| Don’t I look so beautiful… ly tragic? |
| I’m addicted to the gallery |
| I’m an addict I’m an addict of the gallery |