They told me I was addicted
I was a fool to take that drug
 
Hyphen
A sorceress put it in my drinks
 
I had drunk, several times
I knew I was not old enough for the liquid
Still,others drunk, so did I
 
But I was a fool to take that drug
The sorceress told me it was happiness that I was taking in
Drink it, she said
I did what she said
 
Then her face dimmed, her orb eyes flashed a sign of hysteria
Hyphen was not happiness, but a chemical that triggers gloomy thoughts
 
Everyone has a part in their head that stores sorrow – the sadness
Hyphen connects that part with my mind, my heart, my blood, everything
I cried, bellowed, scratchedeverything until my fingers smeared with blood
That feeling was unrealistic, all in all
I felt it in every inch of my skin
 
I was addicted to that drug
madly, incurably, addicted
 
They were not right, the bystanders
Even a fool? A fool could feel the extremity
The sadness,
 
Hyphen my love, my drug