Love is a drug
With many effects
Some to make you bitter
Some that makes you sweet
Some that take you to a different dimension; and eases the undiagnosed pain
The point is the need for it....is still there
I met this one person and I swore that she could heal my pain
But honestly she only eased it....I guess
When I got my first hit of her
I knew I'd become addicted
And she...wasn't the problem.... If I didn't overdose on her
I just needed a little bit
But I wanted too much
I took too much, with the illusion that I'd feel better, that I'd feel loved, that I'd feel wanted,
And look now....I've overdosed
And the thing is...I still wanted her
