You're like my own personal drug,
Addicive and intoxicating,
You cast a spell on me,
And I can never break free.
And I know I should run,
But something keeps me coming back for more every time.
It's not really a choice.
No, it's more like a definite answer.
But you only throw me to the ground once you get bored,
But then come back and pretend to save me,
Only for the sick cycle to keep repeating itself.