Every time he escapes her grasp, she pulls him right back.
No matter what he does she won’t let him be.
He has cut ties with old acquaintances and tried to gain his independence,
but when he is alone the feeling invades him.
It pains me to see how he struggles when she calls on him,
like a thousand whispers shouting his name.
I try to silence her voice so he’ll hear mine.
And even though time after time he promises he won’t go back,
the loneliness is just too much. He always runs right back.
My voice just isn’t enough.
For as long as he allows its it will forever be him and his sweetheart.
His sweet meth addiction.