He's like a drug and I'm his most loyal customer.
I know he's bad for me mentally, spritually, hell..even physically.
But without him, my body is aching, my head is spinning and my hands are trembling.
If I can see him, just so that I can get high up in the cloud,
But only to be smashed back to the ground when the reality is reminded a couple hours later.
All this time, I'm loving this addiction
This addiction is a gift, a blessing
But the short time of pleasure is expensive
It has to be paid with tears and heartache
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But  maybe, just maybe
I need to start getting help
My body is deteriorating, my mind is getting manipulative and my faith for love is weaken
The hallucination is getting more stronger when I'm without it
And I'm craving the drugs more and more each day
He's my drugs,
My deadly drugs
and I'm his deadly addict