Human Cannabis

I told my self a million times already

that I'm over with love, over with you

but all I found is myself coming back

coming back to your warm, to the fire that keeps on burning me.

I told my self a million times already

that this is the last time I'll shed tears on you

the last time of sacrificing sleep

thinking about you, about us.

I know, I told my self a hundred of million times already

that I will never ever speak about your name again

but all I found is myself reciting your identity

calling your name, hoping you'll remember me.

I don't know why, I don't know how

How I keep calling your name

even though you've stabbed enough knives to kill my soul

enough pain to mislay my sane

Tell me boy, why am I addicted?

To your presence and all?

To your smile and soul?

To your laugh and to your wholeness?

Why I keep on coming back?

Even though it kept on killing me.

Why I keep on loving you

Even though it keep on mutilating my heart?

Tell me, are you made of drugs?

Are you a weed?

Or maybe a human cannabis?

'Cause I'm addicted.