your love was like a drug.
you offered it, so i took it.
i got too addicted,
or rather became too obsessed with it.
and with every drug, of course,
comes it's unhealthy conditions.
with your love, it came with losing myself,
losing people around me,
all because i was too addicted with your love.
now that i no longer have this drug,
i'm getting over the addiction.
i'm getting withdrawal symptoms,
but i stay strong.
i don't give in to them.
but in the end,
i never fail to relapse.
