You came to me with intentions other than my own
The wounds you gave me are disguised each time you re-enter into my life
Youíre the easiest drug to take,
but one of the hardest to get over.
Instead of pleasure and enjoyment, you were accompanied by strife.
Lust, love or infatuation
Is destruction your aim or is there another.
We are not good for me.
In my eyes we seem to have no classification.
A walk down memory lane is not easy for me
I often think about the good times surprisingly.
Iím infatuated with infatuation.