Love Sick

His love was my drug and I was addicted

he's the pill and needle and now I'm afflicted

with the strain from the pain as I try to let go

but I can't

and I won't

because on his high I finally feel

with each dose I become a little more real

inhaling him like a daily meal

he was my bread

and without him I'd rather be dead

with each tear shed

wanting my constant relief

I'm a lovesick crackhead. 

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