dear dealer,

you're like a drug, and i'm hooked on you. you're the only thing i see.

addiction is just like every infatuation based love story.
it begins when the one you love gives you the heaviest dose of something you never
admitted you wanted.. an emotional hit of love, passion, excitement. addiction to a relationship
is much like the addiction to a substance.

soon you're a hungry, obsessed junkie, craving that love. or better yet that person.

when the drug is out of reach you turn crazy, going out of your own mind
sick and resentful of the dealer who got you hooked in the first place.

soon your shaking in the corner, heartbroken and empty.. professing that you would
sell your soul, rob your friends, give up everything you once wanted just to feel the
rush of that love.. the way it used to be. if only one last time.

you've got to see that we're a pathetic mess. unrecognizable to even our own eyes.

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i just awoke from a dream of you, you were looking back at me as you walked away.
i realize how much i am missing you.. trying to be ok.

i always wondered why you leave and look back... and what is on your mind.
but now i know you want to remember what youre leaving behind.

i walked out on my porch, watched as cars drove by..
sat with earl grey.. and tried not to cry.

im wearing underwear and the tshirt you love so much.
the sun is beating down on me and im longing for your touch.

im thinking if i could run away id go to the ocean tonight.
i just want to be alone and clear my head, try to make things right.

i want to call you and hear your voice right now, but im not sure what i'd say.
so ill keep pretending i dont miss you, and live another day.

Slowly you're sinking.

Whenever you're around, it seems I can't find the inspiration to write.
You're a burden and I have no idea why.
I'd rather be alone in the dead of the night.
You're blocking my view of the sky.

You think you're so smart but you're so misleading..
We stare at the sun setting..
It looks like its bleeding.

Whenever you're around, it seems I can't finish this painting.
Its like I'm losing my love for art..
I'm so dizzy I'm fainting.
You're an empty room, a broken heart.

I always thought being without you would kill me.
and now here's what I'm thinking..
this is how things have to be.
And slowly you're sinking.