Topic: THE ADDICT
THE ADDICTby gitaardocphil
Who[Am] has the right[Em] to judge an ad[Am]dict, he is[Dm] not worse than we
He lo[Dm]oks in the mirror [Am]on another boring morning, what[E] does he see?
He just[Am] woke up [Em] a cigarette[Am], to [Dm]blow away his [Dm]addiction smell
[Dm] no friends, no [Am]pets, no job,[Dm] no future, he loves[E] the moon above the sun
He has[C]one master, [G]and tries to ple[Am]ase him, his[E] name: King Alcohol
Another[C] day, another[G] bottle, some [Am]mushrooms[E] and some pills,
To kill [C] his pain, to stop[G] his brain, destroyed by think[E]ing about his live.
Am I [C] so bad? All what he[G] wants, is being loved, by[E]friends kids and his ex-wife.
He is [Am]so tired, working[Em] for his king. Leave[Am]me alone[Dm] I want to sleep.
You can[Am] call him an out[Em]cast, a runaway, but[Am] even this[Dm] word is cheap
All he[Am] wants is kill his[Em]pain, live in[Am]a self created world[Dm] cold, not warm
Empty[Am]feelings a lon[Em]ely purpose his next[Am]shot in his whi[Dm]te perforated arm.
He has a[C] master, more[G] than one, they are[Am] dancing on the[E] mushroom bal
He knows[C]his problem[G] suffers too,another[Am]day or is it night[E] he doesn’t care at all
How did [C]it start, what ha[G]ve I done, when [Am]will it stop, it’s so[E] difficult to say
It’s sad to[C] know, to see[G]a tormented mind in[Am]his need for love[E]they all go away.
[color=blue]- GITAARDOCPHIL SAIS: TO CONQUER DEAD, YOU HAVE TO DIE[/color] AND [color=blue] we are born to die[/color]
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]
