My addiction comes in many forms,
I need it at night just as much as I need it in the day,
People dont notice it,
To them its all the same.
My addiction comes in many forms,
From Liquid strength to fairy dust,
I need it just right,
but somehow its never quite enough,
Its my security blanket,
Its my confidence.
To it I give hours,
to it I give opportunities,
And to me it completes,
For I am momo the makeup whor*
