You’re a special kind of drug
Not because of your potency or taste
But because you require me to do everything
I have to help you before you ever help me
But I can’t do everything for you
I need help too
But you don’t seem to care
To be fair, I don’t dare say that it’s all your fault
I’m the one that catered to you so much, when I knew that I shouldn’t have
As a result, you developed a habit to take advantage of me
Now you’ve become a savage that mutilates me and eats away the good inside of me
Why do you do this to me after everything I’ve done for you?
You humiliate and devastate me like it’s nothing
And I can’t take it anymore
I’m tired of this long, pointless war between us
It has to come to an end, doesn’t it?
Or do you enjoy the fight?
Do you enjoy taking the light that God created inside of me?
Do you enjoy creating in me a darkness that makes me more like you?
If so, shame on you
I can’t keep playing the same game over and over again and expect different results
It’s insanity
But you don’t mind because you’re psychotic
Within you is a demonic spirit
You crave innocence and purity like an alcoholic craves alcohol
You’re not good for me
You’re the worst, but I can’t push you away
I’m used to you now
I can’t imagine life without you
You give me a special kind of high that heroine and cocaine can never give me
You always disappoint me, but I always give you another chance because you can change
I know you can’t, but I think you can
False hope is a terrible symptom of yours
That’s worse than dope itself, but I can’t help it
I’m addicted to you
I can’t help but hate and love you
My sweet drug
The Warfield Zone 