Loving as though I would never have to think of another and thinking like I've never been around anyone else. Giving up friends was my own decision and it was only because you were an addiction. A habit that I still can't break. You're bad for me and I'm the only one who knows for sure. "How do you feel about me?" Questions that I should never answer. With every word I say the more I feel and the more I feel the less I will eventually do about it. Oh, how you've ruined me. Oh, how you've helped me find myself.