I take you sometimes
You're like a drug
A depressant perhaps
Or even a suppressant
If that's what it's called
I managed to take a cup of you
But in the end you're gonna be digested
You're going to get out of my life
And become a memory
But why is it
That you come back
And you make me feel the bitterness all over again
Even if it sucks
A part of me becomes quite happy
Right now, you're not a drug
You may be part of my happiness
You may be part of my sadness
You may be part of my madness
But what causes me to be like this
Is me, myself, and I
And now I know that you've got a purpose
Even though it's just part of me
At least you've become one of the many, many signs I've written all over me
I don't know why I'm typing this
But this is all I've got
And my mind has gone mad
Not thinking of you
(a.i.s)