My brand of heroin
Glasses, they're new. Why didn't you tell me about those? Talking to you is my drug, Is my type of heroin. I crave it. You've been distancing yourself, Keeping away. Withdrawal symptoms aren't the problem. You are. Laughing amongst others, People I know, People who make you smile. I don't make you smile anymore. I could, if you let me. If you let me give in and get hooked again. You've been avoiding me, Maybe it helps me. It doesn't mean I like it. The new glasses look good, by the way.
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