The fire you started in my heart has spread,
It's burning my lungs,
And all I want to do is breathe,
But I guess this is my fault,
I poured the gasoline,
I struck the match,
All you did was drop it,
So, yes this is indeed my fault,
I made choices,
I chose to love you,
I chose love, meaning I chose pain,
I'm like an alcoholic,
I wake in the morning drowning myself in sadness until I'm drunk on depression,
Then, I repeat the next day,
Some days I'm sober, clean,
And even though those days feel magical,
An addiction is an addiction,
And so far, I haven't found something worth breaking the habit.