Music
its an addiction, a drug
that fixes life's mistakes
when it stabs you in the back
or in your heart with a stake
Then sometimes it different
it takes you to that place
you never want to visit
that makes your heart race
it gets you in that mood
where nothing can be fine
its between sorrow and anger
dancing on a very fine line
what used to be my drug
to cure me of sorrow and rage
isnt working anymore
its causing my rage
it causes me to feel
what i keep trapped inside
what makes me run from him
makes me hide
music does this to me
its fuels the burn
but im taking control
now...its my turn
that fixes life's mistakes
when it stabs you in the back
or in your heart with a stake
Then sometimes it different
it takes you to that place
you never want to visit
that makes your heart race
it gets you in that mood
where nothing can be fine
its between sorrow and anger
dancing on a very fine line
what used to be my drug
to cure me of sorrow and rage
isnt working anymore
its causing my rage
it causes me to feel
what i keep trapped inside
what makes me run from him
makes me hide
music does this to me
its fuels the burn
but im taking control
now...its my turn
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