The addict wants what the addict wants
He craves it in his sleep.
He wakes and shakes, in a cold sweat,
And staggers to his feet.

The addict wants what the addict wants.
He'll get more, or he'll die.
He'll sell his soul and take the toll.
He'll laugh, so he won't cry.

The addict wants what the addict wants.
Anything for one more taste.
They tell him that he's gotta stop.
They whisper, "What a waste."

The addict wants what the addict wants.
His mind won't let it go.
He knows his sadness is only madness.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.

The addict wants what the addict wants.
She craved him that first day.
And gave her every breath for him
Then wished that he would stay.

The addict wants what the addict wants.
Even though it tears her apart.
Forever, she belongs to him,
Even if his heart
Won't hold her heart.

The addict wants what the addict wants.