Relapse

I find myself ever the fool for you.
Addicted to the way you smell,
The way you taste, the things you do.
Addicted to your Cold, Dark Hell,
And all the pain you put me through.
Can't turn away,
Can't learn to stay.
Can't look at you
I fear I'd stray.
What can I do? What can I do?
All the walls I build collapse
And I crumble at the thought of you.
Would it be so bad if I relapsed?
Would I still feel bad if I relapse?