(c) 2004 Simon Mas
if i still had a heart i would tear it apart with no hesitation, i would never look back all of this i would do and much much more for the gracious beauty of my drug of choice.
it’s not just lust, it is so much more i feel it in the marrow of my bones some would call it madness, i call it love giving me a thrill unknown before.
my chains are unbreakable and she leaves them alone there is no salvation as soon as she’s gone i’ve learnt to survive with a hole in my soul for the childish delight of my drug of choice.
she’s not my type so she runs away i used to be furious but now i’ve grown cold i do see straight, i try to live once more with all my charms being skinned down to the bones.
i wake up in the morning and i start to mourn i try to keep my head straight when i leave home but my chest still aches and my brain’s still sore for the tender thrill of my sweet drug of choice.