Addicted to something like smoking, you know
You can stop any time, but the reason why is small
You have plenty and more, all those problems to solve
Maybe some day for sure, you stop asking for more
It's just an addiction I know
And you even don't know why
Reason to stop is poor
And you keep that light
In your hand and in your dreams, in your thoughts and then you feel
That you can't just let it pass away
In your heart it is your part, in your soul you want to keep it all
To kill you, that's the easy way
You know, that's the easy way