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