I am running out of words to write to you that just means my love has finally run out.
I never took any drugs unless I count you but your high wasn't euphoric it only caused misery and depression that had the worst withdrawal that I have ever encountered. I'll stick to actual drugs; at least the relapse would be worth it.
Forgiving you was easy Forgiving myself was the hardest Allowing you to use me Was the worst transgression I could have ever done To myself
Loving you was a constant struggle one that wasn't worth fighting for anymore because it didn't lead to anywhere.