I can't believe I trusted him. What did I think I was doing? He never loved me. I gave him my heart and he just threw it away. But I can't help the way I feel. I Can't help that I want him. That I crave him. He could hurt me over and over again and I would keep coming back, like the idiot I am. Because he is a drug to me. Why is it so hard for him. To just let me go. To put himself out of his misery and just be free. He stays and drives himself crazy. He will never communicate. but he stays. And why? Why is it that she makes his skin crawl with the way she dresses. The way he looks at her. The way he can't resist her. Maybe Just maybe, Their Addicted.