My problem is that I stick to things that make me smile
Just for a while
Just for a minute
One breath of fresh air
One decent memory and I'm already lost inside those things
or poeple
Mostly people if i come to think of it

I cling to people who I think I need
But turns out I really don't need them as much as I think
But I tell mysef that they help me to grow and spread my wings and teach me to just go with the flow
They take me high
But then there's the fall

Honey
They don't help you grow
They make you feel high
They make you smile


But drugs aren't good for you my darling
You'll get addicted
And those ******* falls...
They already make you feel so low

Why do you crave a second of happiness even though you know that later you'll regret it all?