Cocaine. The lines
between love and hate
She builds my trust in the ficticious, and of the outcome I'm aware, whats that? you say you'll grant me all my wishes? how can anything compare...
But long after your effects have deminished you haunt me like a ghost, yet it's almost worse when you're here; using my body as a host
To have such power over actions, both lower and Upper class, you ask me will there always be a next time? or will that next binge be my last?