We are all addicts, some fall to alcohol, drugs like many of my friends but what I craved most was him. Harry styles. He wasn't mine to have anymore, we both wanted different things, but that doesn't mean my heart wanted something different, it still needed it's fix.
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed
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