2 in one night, must be a full moon...
She was addicitng, i craved her lips on mine.
It was addicting, my body needed the smoke.
The moment was addicting, i always loved having butterflies.
The pain of wondering was addicting, i always needed it to feel alive.
I see a pattern evolving...
The air was addicting, it helped me calm my nerves.
The waiting was addicting, it made me want to live.
Then it was over...
Now it is the hate that is addicting, it's all i have left.
It's the hate that is addicting, if i didn't have it, i wouldn't be here today.
I guess we're always addicited to something.
A feeling, a person, a place, and as always a drug.
She was my drug.
Shit.
She made an addict out of me.
10:09 p.m. - 2004-01-11
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