I've come to realize that she's just like a drug. She is my drug of choice. Just as addictive just as strong just as compelling. She looks you in the eyes and your mesmerized, speechless; she's got you now. She gazes right into your soul, straight into your heart, she's captured you now. She gives you a dose and you feel on top of the world. You feel your heart smiling and pounding over and over. You never want it to stop; you just want it to never go away. You feel so overwhelmed with her high; you feel it rushing through your veins like a surge on the rise. You swear at times your heart could just emerge right out of your chest; she'll make you confess.
She'll make you crave her and you'll never understand her. You're addicted; you're just like an addict now. You'll want more and more, it'll torture your soul. She'll make you suffer just like a drug. She'll get you on cloud nine and feelin just fine only to tear it right back down again. You'll start to feel weak and powerless; maybe even a little undeserving. You'll find yourself holding a pillow and crying asking yourself why. She'll give you nightmares forcing you to wake up in a panic, drenched in sweat and painting. She'll change your life making you think twice and it won't be very nice. You'll be begging her to look into your eyes just one more time. Only her kiss of death can save you now, there's no turning back now. Still no matter what you can never get enough, no high will ever stay long enough. You'll always want to be wrapped up in her just like it's winter. You'll always go back for more and more; She'll eat you alive.
