The name of this affliction is addiction.
It's my mission to make this sickness fiction.
It's difficult being an addict.
Going through withdrawals when you don't have it.
Dreaming of that heat against my lips;
all the Ecstasy and trips.
Ironically I hate it.
I act stupid when I take it.
I'm so addicted that I think about it all through art and speech class.
It is depicted as a stimulant because it makes my heart beat fast.
But this drug is different.
It might sound non-existent,
but I must face it, it's not harmful to my health.
I mean just take it, In an instant you'll see how I felt.
When it happens you'll change your actions.
Look at my reaction, from just a fraction.
Girl, even though I'm hiding it, I despise you for advising it,
supplying it, and making sure I'm trying it.
Stop looking at me with doubt,
You know what I'm talking about.
You probably don't remember because:
It's not a harmful or store drug.
What I'm addicted to is your love.
