My love, my addiction or my love’s addiction

                A          B
             I suffer  Every day
        Wondering why  I talk to
My demons, instead of  You till I fall asleep
           Leaving me  Late at night
All alone to meditate  To your thoughts and
 Keep me up till dawn  To wonder what if
   Even though I quit  You stayed for
        The addiction  Just a little while longer
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