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
You're my my my my my addition
I can't... seem to... forget... the taste
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 die in this misery
With seven syllables I'll dedicate this song to
Her touch is poison trough my skin
Her touch is poison in my vein