كلمات Vicious Cycle

Try to sleep on this night But it feels that it something is missing Cold sweat runs down my spine Fell my vicious starts to haunt me My mind blacked out All the world slow down and the rain remain falling And when i ainʼt high I can only think about die Every night i wake up screaming Every time my hands are shaking All i want is to put it inside me Every time i want it all again. Vicious cycle Hands are tide up The more that iʼm off it The more that i want it back.