I feel a rush,
It's not like wind through my hair, out of breath, feeling invinsible kind of rush,
It doesn't make me feel dangerous,
I don't wanna go take an adventure either.
It's like your heart won't stop beating,
Your shaking from happiness,
You can't stop smiling,
Your butterflies are fluttering,
Your high on someone.
Full off,
Take control,
Dead on,
High,
On some other person.
You try to regain balance,
But your just knocked over once again.
Then you wake up.
You pace around the room,
You look in the mirror,
You have puffy eyes from crying,
Dark circles under them,
Rough, crackled lips,
Pale, flushed face,
Your enduring that feeling when your drug is now,
gone.
You take a deep breath,
close your eyes,
throw your hands up,
and fall back.
Your high again,
The drug is back,
You feel that rush,
The amazing feeling,
But there's one problem..
Your drug isn't really there,
You've lost the one you love,
The one that gave you that rush,
The feeling of perfection,
Like you've achived flawless.
It's all just a dream.
