There's no rehabilitation place that cures my addiction to you. Where's my solace? Where's my peace of mind? When do I get rid of the jump in my heart when you walk by? Where's the medicine that mimics that high? Where's the pill that heals the pain you've caused? Where's my help?
They cut the thorns off my roses. I think it's because of you.
June 26, 2014 12:56am
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