Addicted to the Pain
Where is the comedy in all this bullsh*t
Can I find humor in my life, this mess
How do I smile when I know I am part blame?
I’m responsible for the condition of my life, living on seems insane
This shits funny, but I am not laughing through the pain
Life's a highway he said, so stay in your lane
Hold it in the road, don't lose grip, don't get suffocated by the pain
My presence in this life, like an unwanted stubborn stain
Washing my sins over and over, yet remaining the same
Until I just give up, stop doing the same things, expecting different, the definition of insane
But there is something that tickles a little, gives me a giggle, erases the guilt, wets my whistle....realizing...maybe, just maybe I am addicted to pain.