I am an addict
And it is so real
I am an addict
And they think it is bad

Little do they know
It is the last thing I feel
Little do they know
I am addicted to sad

I like to look behind me
And to gaze at all of done
And to find I've left a shadow
And to remember all the fun

As bright as my life
And as dark as my shadow
And as my shadow follows me
And as I see it grow

My shadow comes hungry
And I feed it all my sins
And I now look at my shadow
And I seem to see me

The prisoners do not speak
Their jumpsuits scream in orange
Help me
The color so flamboyant

The guards do not speak
Their uniforms scold in blue
No talking
The colors are true

The warden does not speak
His prison mumbles in gray
Suicide
But the colors have already died