Drugged
I've always heard of people being intoxicating.
I've never thought it through, well that was until I met you.
Your scent brings me in your hate pushes me out.
Your a drug to me.
I'm dependent on you for my life.
I'm so close to overdosing...
You hate me and try to ruin me.
But I love you and the way you make me feel.
I'm a drug addict so close to overdosing over you.
I've become addicted to the pain.
It's funny the pleasure you get from the things that kill you.
I'm just a drug addict.
Everything is a haze.
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