You're somewhat like a drug,
When I'm with you, theres a rush.
But every time we part ways,
I'm not left with very much.
This aching in my chest,
It's too hard to explain.
This pain filling my head,
Am I going insane ?
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
You're somewhat like a drug,
When I'm with you, theres a rush.
But every time we part ways,
I'm not left with very much.
This aching in my chest,
It's too hard to explain.
This pain filling my head,
Am I going insane ?
