The Addiction That Will Not Leave.

I'm no street-walker,
And you're no heroin,
But you are some sick addictive,
To which I always give in,

I'm no alcoholic,
And you're no vodka or rum,
But I think we both know the bitter taste,
You've got me beneath your thumb.

I'm no pyromaniac,
And you're no blazing fire,
But we had something destructive,
You were a cheat and I was a liar,

I'm no spirit in darkness,
You're no perfect haunt,
But everything you do and say,
It's a constant taunt,

I am but a bleak prisoner,
To your rotten games,
Though I have walked away from us,
I'm tied up to our shames.