I can't seem to live without it, all I do is think about it.
Is it wonderful?
Everyone has something that consumes what they are thinking.
And my destiny is waiting,
yet here I am betraying as the rooster crows.
Time is slowly wasting,
I wonder why I'm tasting what I fear the most?
I chose if I will hear it,
in my mind or in my spirit as it takes control.
Affecting each decision,
like a death grip on my vision, yet I can't let go of my chemical.
I fill every void with your only ghost.
Hearing you call when I need you most.