Addicted to You

Cutting, drugs, never tried them,
Alcohols, never liked them,
They taste bad, and burn my ears,
I was never excited to reach my twenty-one years.
...But you,
You are my drug,
To ease the pain of this hole I've dug.
I've started to believe these occasional deep moods I get in,
Might be very mild, high functioning depression.
I don't feel it all the time,
But when I get into a deep mood, during that time,
I feel like doing nothing but wallowing
In the tired, "apathetic-with-the-moment", seeing
That these moods seem to be deeper then the average "down-in-the-dumps",
And you are my drug, you get me out of those dumps.
Nothing in my life brings on these moods (well, occasionally, sad/depressing music),
But you take them away, thinking of you is music
To my ears,
And looking at your pictures,
Lifts my soul, I'm addicted to you,
To everything about you,
From your voice and kind personality,
To your face and your familiarity,
How I felt when I first saw you,
That I have always known you,
And how I still feel I have always known you.
You are my drug, I am addicted to you,
To everything about you....