The Monster

She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun
All loaded and ready to turn
And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur
With her cellophane skin I can see what's inside
A dark and lonely old heart
And her eyes look so empty I don't know where to start
Pain can be so addictive I can't get away
From the monster and the devil that I did create
Through the darkness I see
What's appearing to be a girl all dressed in white
Suddenly I feel a weakness that can't be defined
Three hours ahead and I can't get to bed
As I lay on linoleum floor
And the girl makes me sick
But she always gives me more
Pain can be so addictive I can't get away
From the monster and the devil that I did create