You're only my drug,
but I'm heavily addicted.
This insanity; this love
is not what I predicted.
Like a hopeless drunkard
yearning for wine.
I'm dying of thirst,
and you are my brine.
Withdrawal befalls
when we say goodbye.
The symptoms are my loneliness
and the tears that I cry.
What we have is magic.
Boy, you make me fly.
And everytime I'm with you
it's like a brand new high.
I just have one question.
Whatever did you do;
how did you make me
fall in love with you?
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