the bitter-sweet taste,
still lingering on my lips.
each hit brought me lower,
just waiting until i snapped.
the addiction growing stronger,
wanting just one more.
taking in a new breath,
infecting me inside.
the poison running through my veins,
it never seemed to be enough.
and it never even numbed the pain,
so i'd just take in another hit.
that's what you were to me,
my personal brand of cocaine.
yet you never satisfied me,
so i drew in more and more...
until my body shut down,
and i couldn't stand it.
the taste was no longer mouthwatering,
but burning as it came down my throat.
and the craving died,
because i didn't want anymore of your hits.
the need for you was no longer strong.
my cocaine.
no desire for my cocaine.
i know i don't need you anymore