Everyone always asks me if I do drugs. I always say no, but lately I've realized that I do.
And you're the most addictive of them all. I think that I'm over it...
But then a song plays or a memory comes and then you relapse. You build up these walls and you don't let anyone in. This drugs makes you forget about the world, I guess that's why I do it. You feel something that you can't feel with anything else.
So, when someone asks if I've done drugs, I'll say yes.
You're my drug and I've relapsed yet again, and again, and again.
How am I supposed to live without you? Quitting you isn't as easy as it seems.