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 addition

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 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