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I'm Done With You, My Drug

Your like a drug, an addiction
When I'm near you, I feel the friction.
Should I act upon this electric shock,
or stand back while you friends mock?
It's hard enough liking you,
but then you had to prove the rumors true.
What will they say when they see us together?
I can't helpt what I feel, but I can help what I do.
I'm coming clean
I am sober.
This drug is gone.
This game is over.





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