She was a drug,
A sweet poison.
Like the liquor in a man's mug.
My addiction.
She stole my heart
With a single hit, and i was never the same
She was so beautiful, a work of art.
But to her, love was only a game.
I breathed her once,
My lungs rejected the thought.
Breathed her twice, and i was hooked for months
Smoked her the third time and i got caught.
I knew better,
I knew she could never love me
I could tell the moment i met her
But i didn't listen, as you can see...
She was my drug
I needed her, my high.
All it took was a hug,
And i could touch the sky
She's nothing but a cigarette,
A heartless herb, unable to love.
She was my marionette;
Pulling me by her strings from above.
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