I don't want to cure
this damn addiction.
I don't want to fight it
or resist it.
I want to feed
this damn addction.
Watch it grow,
take me over.
I won't win.
I can't beat it.
So I'll give in
to this damn addiction.
It'll get me in the end.
This damn addction.

It happens
just like they say.
They offer,
I accept.
I get hooked.
SPending night and day,
searching for a way
to feed this damn addiction.
I'll sneak into her purse
when she's dead asleep.
Take just one.
Or two.
But in the end,
it will surely kill me.
This damn addiction.

No one will notice.
I'll shower away the aroma,
and brush away
the evidence.
But one day she will count them.
And one will be missing
and I will get caught.
But that won't stop
this damn addiction.

I'm conforming
to the wrong crowd.
Becoming
the wrong crowd.
Although I've had only one,
it's already begun.
I can't break free
of this damn addiction.
She won't get mad.
She'll yell but realize this:
I'm a spitting image of her.
We're in this for life.
No patch nor pill
can cure,
this damn
ADDICTION.