Perhaps you are what they warned me about,the drug that became addictive,the one thing you begin to need without wanting to,you are heroine,I get high off of our laughter,I got lost in the chords,I was drunk off of your knowlageand I became sane beside you. I didn't second guess myself,or even try to hide from you,You are the drug, the craving, the addictionSomething I'm not proud to need,You've become a habit,You mask the pain,A little bit of liquor with a little bit of shame,I call you by name,heroine,heroine,the guilty drug of choice,you make me feel alive,you make it easy to breathe,you help me when I'm down,How can heroine be bad?This heroine doesn't want me back,this heroine is scared,this heroine is broken and torn,I fear that it will run out,and leave me to withdrawl,little did I know that I would crave it all,heroine,heroine, you are my guilty pleasure,I am broken,I am torn,but you mend the heart just right,you make me feel alive again, you make it easy to breathe,what will I do when I realize,you will never love me?
