Addiction: to be devoted or surrender (oneself) to something habitually or obsessively.
Back and forth we go.
On again. Off again.
They say love is a drug,
it always pulls you in.
I always though that was a load of crap-
a line they use to sell romance
in books and films.
But when I'm with you,
I am high as a kite on your love.
When we'd split,
the withdrawals seems just like those of coke.
Bedridden.
Shakes.
It's all the same.
I can't be without you,
that much has made itself clear.
I leave you and come back within the month,
because baby we were meant to be.
And if we aren't,
then the world is lying about love.
If we aren't soulmates,
then they don't exist
because this right here
is the only thing worth living for.
Its high is ten times
that of all the drugs I've taken.
It feels like I've spent my whole life inside
and I finally see the sun.
