My addiction is a hunger,
again and again I feed it.
I no longer want it, I need it.
My addiction is a hunger,
again and again I feed it.
I no longer want it, I need it.
I pretend like i am in control,
though I know it has taken over.
All alone now, I have lost a lot.
I have no one i am deeply distraught.
This deep hole that I am in,
is going to be so hard to get out of.
I need some help, I ned some love.
I need the strength from him, up above.
But most of all I need me, I need to help myself,
to set myself free.