Addiction

Am I addicted to your drugs? Your presence is my weakness. Every time you come around, I’m a fiend for your sweetness. You take me to a new high… …with your swagger I adore. But let the moments pass by, Then I’m reminded why I can’t deal with you anymore. You know you’ve got me hooked. That’s why it’s easy to take advantage of me. My heart is locked deep down inside, But you know that you’ve always had the key. You disrespect me, and hate me. Then there’s my time to do what I have to do. I leave and don’t look back, But eventually I’m running right back to you. I’m fed up each time. Then each time we’re back together again. I’m so through. I’ve had enough. When will this cycle ever end? So am I addicted to love? Or am I addicted to you? Am I fiend for being wanted? Or am I loves fool?