Lyrics Addicted to Her Sadness by SHY Martin

She got sour, mad and pack all her stuff when it doesn't work
Put a knife in my back and I still would be next to her
I've been f**ked up
Broken, still not over
Put a gun to my heart and I still would have pulled it first

I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws
The way she move her hands
Bet you'll be the death of me, oh I know

I'm addicted to her sadness
Though I handle all the madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her likе a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me
But I don't bеlieve them
If they don't see that blue from [?]
Then I don't really need them anymore

Always carried the back that she got from the family, mm
Everyone that she [?] turned her life into agony
She's been f**ked up
Broken, still not sober
She got off all the strings with her friends, but she still got me

I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws
The way she move her hands
Bet you'll be the death of me, oh I know

I'm addicted to her sadness
Though I handle all the madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her like a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me
But I don't believe them
If they don't see that blue from [?]
Then I don't really need them anymore

I don't think she understands
What she's doing with my head
sweater in my bed
'Til I met her
I will probably be dead
And do anything she says
Take me with her to the edge
And I'll let her

I'm addicted to her sadness
Though I handle all the madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her like a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me
But I don't believe them
If they don't see that blue from [?]
Then I don't really need them anymore

Don't really need them anymore
Don't really need them