I'm sick of this but in my sickness and addiction, you're as addictive as they get, evil as they come, vindictive as they make em.
My friends keep asking why I can't just walk away from; I'm addicted. to the pain, the stress, the drama; I'm drawn in so I guess I'mma mess.
Cursed and blessed but this time I ain't changing my mind- I'm climbing out this abyss, you're screaming as I walk out that I'll be missed. But when you spoke of people who meant the most to you, you left me off your list.