I feel im an addict
Locked up in my attic
My body and mind must have it
This makes me psychosomatic
I feel like my mind is but a rabbit
Its jumping for something but can not grab it
My body feels great then i feel something stab it
I feel something jab it
When i dread upon this habit
I suffer from my disorder
My mentallity is at unorder
My hightend thoughts are shorter
my psychosomatic disorder
this illness this pain
I crave medicine with bane
i find myself in vain
Yet i call it not insane
But truth be told
I love this habbit
It is what makes me sychosomatic
