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Its funny how old addictions come on strong when your new addictions leave

You think you've got it all under control, you no longer need the pain

Then the new and sweet things that have filled your mind are gone

And that familiar old burning sting stops by to fuck with you again



And it's so hard to sit in the quiet unloved, unwanted and whored

And not give into your past lover, ripe and red and shamed

Knowing that one little drop will never be enough to fill the hole

And that no matter how many things you abuse, you will always be blamed



You think you can handle things one step at a time, and not get dragged in

But then you turn around to see yourself alone on the edge of an abyss

And the dark scares you to nothing and the empty makes you run away

To the arms of things you held once, the release you know exists



But it won't help you or anyone, over come this jagged path

It won't make you see clearly, it won't make you feel secure

It will only give false hopes to you, and blur your vision red

It can only make all the things you have yet to face harder to endure