Like a junkie and his drugs,
Like a smoker and his cigar,
My "addiction" is too great
I can't walk away too far...
This urge simply brings me back
To the same melancholy;
I'm too in love to just move on
And there resides the irony:
You don't feel it, you don't see
How much I struggle just to be
Noted, and my heart aches;
Every time you're sad it breaks.
But, to be free, I wish not.
This miserable love will not change,
This addiction's part of me,
No matter how much it brings me pain.
It's complicated.
