You're my drug I choose to take,
you're my dream,
but aren't dreams fake?
You feel so real-- that can't be true,
I know what I feel,
the question is, do you?
At times ill ache at times ill cry,
I'll never find the words to say,
yet I'll never say goodbye.
Some days I'll laugh,
some days I'll smile,
when people cross my path,
they think I'm denial.
Drugs can be both good and bad.
they'll make you happy,
they'll make you sad.
When my drug is gone,
I'm worse then ever before,
I will flip out randomly,
or end up crying,
on the bathroom floor,
clenching a razor blade,
against my wrist,
since when did my life,
take such a big twist?
To spite my reactions,
you've never left me alone,
due to my withdraw symptoms
my apologies I must condone.
I don't try to trick you,
or lure you into my grasp.
I just merely pick you,
because your the drug,
I like the best
