The feel of our hands intwined,
the feel of your lips on mine,
the way that you make me feel,
for the first time I can really deal.
Deal with the pain of life,
deal with that cut from the knife.
Addicted to hurt is being addicted to your love,
or addicted to the lack of.
Whatever you have done to me,
it's opened my eyes and now I can see.
Who are you? Who am I?
Do you want me to live?
Do you want me to die?
Then it hit me-all you do is die.
As I try and try not to fall out and cry.
I hate that, now you make me feel dead,
you fill my heart with pain and dread.
Like the world is a party, and I'm not invited.
The words " you're not welcome" seem over recited.
Still I am addicted to the pain you bring.
You say you love me but it doesn't mean a thing.
And still I need my daily fix.
Of your horrid and hurtful pain bringing mix,
mix of false love, mix of greed,
mix of false hopes, and dirty deeds.
And I hide my addiction because I'm ashamed.
But the others just like me know I'm not to be blamed.
Just because I'm addicted to the pain you give,
without it I don't know just how I could live.
There's no clinic to treat my addiction to you.
I could try with all my might 'till I'm black and blue.
Do I have to scream it out? Write it on my face?
Baby, I love you through time and space.
But you don't care because you're a leach.
And you tease me by staying just out of my reach.
And you kissed me on last time still painfully soft,
and my addiction leaves me alone, afraid, and lost....

And I long for our hands intwined,
your lips on mine.
The way you make me feel,
Addicted to hurt, addicted to you, it's the real deal.