I've started to realize I'm more and more like the cigarette stuck between your lips.
You light the flame when you need to feel good,when you need the euphoric high.
Then you throw it out when it
{or I}
has served its purpose.
But no matter how hard you try to quit
{either one of us}
You're addicted.
And you won't stop coming back.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
I've started to realize I'm more and more like the cigarette stuck between your lips.
You light the flame when you need to feel good,when you need the euphoric high.
Then you throw it out when it
{or I}
has served its purpose.
But no matter how hard you try to quit
{either one of us}
You're addicted.
And you won't stop coming back.
