Leave me and you leave me broken;
Give me my fix or leave me with your wrath
of stones, and sticks.
Satisfy my need or don't do anything.
Choose to bring me down with your dishonesty
and greed, supplying me the poison on which I feed.

I asked for a kiss and you
gave me a hug.
I told you to handle this with care
and you squashed it like a bug.
I thought this was a gift and
not a game of pull and tug.
I was all right until left without
love-is a gateway drug.


Now I use it all to forget the past;
high after high looking for the one I
know will last.
My obsession to be cared for is
caused by the lack of trust I shared and
the brand of innocence I once wore.
Now they both leave me more scarred and scared,
than I have ever been before.

I told you that my purpose was love,
and you told me it would get me nowhere.
I told you that you have become me,
and you said you didn't care.
I swore up and down we were mates of the soul,
and you told me not to swear.
Now I know that life isn't fair.

My fear is my feeling of impending doom.
It leaves me with this view
that the majority of you
consider seriously askew;
that I know for a fact, to be true.
So leave me to do what I feel I have to;
to make it in this life and time, find my partner in crime, that sticks by my side all the way through.

We said to take it slow,
but our hearts said no.
We said never part, together forever,
but our souls said never say never.
We said we would drink for fun and sip it slow;
our minds said yes but our bodies failed to do so.

I was on the run from the past;
I truly believed the first was the last;
Knowing nothing but how to move too fast,
left addicted to love-is a gateway drug.

I failed to succeed more than twice; I
thought three was a charm; or is it company?
No its a crowd. I lost my mind high in a smoky
black cloud; but when the smoke cleared and I tried
to move on...you said...that I was not allowed.

I always start out so great and true;
having fun, pleasing you;
Life isn't fair and I'm forever blue, its a shame;
and I know love is a gift but also a game.
Tug of War; pull and tug;
give and take; kiss and hug;
sip it slow and do not chug;
get eaten alive by
this venemous bug
called love-is a gateway drug.

After losing all trust I lost myself; and lost my soul;
and doomed my thought and its process to a living hell, down in a whole.
Unable to think of nothing but compassion and how it fell,
I broke like a wave that started with the greatest swell; I ask tragedy if any of this rings a bell.
Affected so many and missed but a few, leaving a gap that cannot be filled, allowing selfishness to rule,
and compassion to be killed; decieving my skin with warmth while my bones within stay forever chilled.

Now I twitch and shiver, forever in withdraw,
unable to shake the dream my heart once saw.
Knowing now, I will always fall.
I know I will fall,
I know I will fall.

I know I will fall,
I know I will fall.

I cannot shake the shakes from withdraw;
from this drug that will be my end,
currently my all.
Feigning for more, addicted to the fall.
An addict unable to do, anything for
myself and everything for you.
This is how I know my view to be true.
When you live for someone else and they live
for you too; everything is balanced and so it will stay,
a life for a life and everyone's okay.
But here comes the catch to my beautiful way...

If you leave me then you leave me broken;
You gave me my fix but left me with your wrath
of stones, and sticks.
You satisfied my need without doing anything.
You chose to bring me down with your dishonesty
and greed, supplying me the poison on which I feed.

I asked for a kiss and you
gave me a hug.
I told you to handle this with care
and you squashed it like a bug.
I thought this was a gift and
not a game of pull, and tug.
I was all right until left without
love-is a gateway drug.

Now I only want to forget the past.
Self medicate;
kill compassion and value hate.
Self medicate;
kill compassion and value hate.
Love is a game; forget the past.

Drugs to self medicate, compassion; loving so real,
then being able to hate, all these things are tied
as my most defining trait.
I'm a fiegn for them all,
my life ruined from the fall.

I was all right until left without
love...my gateway drug.

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