When someone goes away you mourn them,
When they come back you rejoice,
But what if they're poison,
A poison you're addicted to,
You're happy when they're gone,
But so happy when they;re back,
You worship them, like the ground they walk on is holy,
You build them up,
And without realizing,
Tear yourself down,
They get in your blood,
And then you die.
