I think I’m addicted.
I’ve tried to run so many times I’ve lost count.
Have you ever seen someone as foolish as me,
chaining myself to this gruesome fate?
It’s not like I knew this would happen,
but it’s still my fault.
Now I’m drowning with no one to tell;
I don’t think they’ll understand the mess I’m in.
It’s hard to explain —
I think it’s an addiction now.
As you can see, I can’t run away.
Will I ever be the former me,
the one who used to feel better?
My addiction drives me crazy.