Just like a drug, ones I felt your grip on my heart, It felt good and I didn't want you to stop.
Then I wanted more, I wanted your love, but that, I didn't get
Guess I'm not good enough, your grip is getting rough.
I can watch you take a stronger grip, or perhaps I could you let go.
Will I make the right choice?
After all ,
I am an addict,
And despite the pain, your grip still,
gives me pleasure
