Yes, You are a drug to me,

a sweet live shock to my veins.

Your after taste so bittersweet, Your always on my brain.

I yearn for that heavenly necture,

Just to hear Your voice.

the withdrawles are growing harder

and lovely memories that much fonder

So sing to me, my deadly drug.

Just the thought of You makes me sing.

Succumb to me,my daylight lover,

balance out my dark dreams.

Rehab has failed to cleanse me so I give in again.



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