The Addiction
I knew someone with an addiction.
It was a horrible conviction.
He came in black and white color.
I still love him, he is my brother.
From fighting to almost losing you.
My heart couldn’t help but break in two.
Every single day is a battle.
I’m so sorry I had to tattle.
Just trying to mask your depression.
You would tell me all your confessions.
It started with you smoking a joint.
Were you exasperating a point?
When we were young, you were my idol.
Our relationship now is a tidal.
I hope you get over this soon.
I swear, I’ll always love you to the moon.
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