Drug
People tell me I can become whatever I want to be
So I did
I became a drug
So sweet on the lips
So soft to the touch
Taking the strongest of breaths away
One kiss and you're addicted
You will go through withdrawals
Because there will be days that my lips will no longer touch yours
There will be days my touch will not meet yours
You will fall to your knees when I cry
So let me tell you
I am nothing but trouble
Yet you think I'm so great
So riddle me this
Is the trouble worth the disaster that follows?
So I did
I became a drug
So sweet on the lips
So soft to the touch
Taking the strongest of breaths away
One kiss and you're addicted
You will go through withdrawals
Because there will be days that my lips will no longer touch yours
There will be days my touch will not meet yours
You will fall to your knees when I cry
So let me tell you
I am nothing but trouble
Yet you think I'm so great
So riddle me this
Is the trouble worth the disaster that follows?
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