I met her years ago, 
I always thought she was beautiful.
Several years have passed, I see her again, 
the image of her seemed to last.
Strong is our connection,  
I can’t get enough of that addiction.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re in love.

She’s always on my mind, she’s my drug. 
It’s what keeps me from dying.
If I said I wasn’t addicted to her, I’d be lying.
She is my only true love, 
and sole reason I’m even trying.
I live for her, and she lives for me. 
I’m addicted. 
It’s where I need to be.