Addicted (p)
~Matthew Hurford Aug/06~

Almost Every Day i Call You
Almost Every Day its the same
I call for my comfort drug
a shot of your abusive pain

I dont know how you manage it
i dont know how it evolves
i start by telling you a story
which you stop by telling me off

You always somehow use the words
that hit me right where it hurts
by telling me fabricated words i've said
and lies to make me dirt

You tell me im not a christian
You tell me i have no hope
You throw me to the ground with words
That "I've Said", but i know i don't