This is another song about a girl 
The one who makes me scream soft 
This girl can make me feel so miserable 
But sometimes it feels like I'd rather die in this misery 
With seven syllables I'll spill my heart on to this song 

You are... inside... my head... too much 
I hate to have to say 
You're my my my my my addiction 
I can't... seem to... forget... the taste 
That you left that day 
It's my my my my my addiction 

Stepping in my life like It's a rug that says welcome 
I never heard her knock the door or ask for permission 
I'd tell you she's a thief but I can't lie and say it 
Don't feel alright 
This girl can make me feel so miserable 
But sometimes it feels like I'd rather die in this misery 
With seven syllables I'll dedicate this song to 

Her touch is poison trough my skin 
Her touch is poison in my vain