I'm intoxicated, there's no use in trying to stand. I'm addicted and I can't seem to find your hand. See the thing about addiction is you can't quit. Well baby I don't want to, it's to much fun. There was a candle inside of me and now it's lite. It's like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun. I'm going insane because of my drug. It makes me see colors and hallucinations. At my consciousness it begins to tug. I love the feeling and sensations. But I have a confession. I have always been addicted to my drug. It makes me feel good and true. My pain disappears along with depression. Did I not mention my drug is you?
