I am addicted
I am in a prison of love, How noble I am to suffer alone, to silently keep waiting, waiting, and waiting for the one who wont even look my way anymore.
I am addicted
The cyanide is the spice to our love
Now their heart is glazed over with a shell of ice and guilt.
I am addicted to their poison.
My love, My Sweet Cyanide, My sweet poppy flower.