You said you'd never leave,
And with that simple sentence you weaved,
A blanket of hope, but it was
bound together with a dry rotted rope.
You covered me in it, suffocated me, inside of it.
I knew it was a lie, but I still was too high, high on you, high on the most deadliest drug known to mankind.
It fit like a glove, this supposed love,
I was to dumb to try, now I'm too high to cry, anymore. And this time, is not on your love.