Addicted to Her Sadness

She work
Put a knife in my bag and I still would be nice to her
I’ve been fucked up
Broken, over
first
I fell in love with the fuckers
Bet you’ll be
I’m addicted to her sadness
madness
She makes everything
But I love her like a man
My friends say she’s not good for me
But I don’t believe them
If they don’t see
Then I don’t really need them anymore
Always carried the back
That she got from the family
Evryone that she into agony