The Definition Of Us

Nicotine

You dragged me into this

You drugged me into this

And not only do I hate this habit

I hate you

And me for doing this too

Guilted and peer pressure

Alochol and the tiniest portion of lust

Can drug me into thinking the world is better than it is

Which it's not

And I can prove it

You're my nicotine

The thing that I need to survive

That thing that hurts me the most

And kills me inside

I'm dying slowly because of you

And I don't say anything 

Because I need what you give me

I'm in the palm of your hand

The hand that could snap my neck at any point

Is that bad? Or good?

You're my nicotine

I'll keep on with the smoke

But the smoke reminds me of the part I used to be

Which is fading away to nothing

I am nothing

Now that I have you