It's addictive, the feeling that your loved buy someone, they make you feel like your walking on air
Things No one could ever do for you, when that's taken form you it attends to be different, that addictive feeling is no longer there.
You look around for an next victim of your addiction spree ones you had enough you cut theme out and spit theme out like there were trash on your door step. It's never been about theme it's always been about you and only you.
Until you change your ways you will never feel the happiness you get then that one person raps there arms around you making you feel your the only one.
