You may be the drug,
that I am addicted to
You may be my poison,
and I am dying from you
You may be the book,
I am learning from
You may be the home,
Where I belong
You may be the forest
In which I can roam
You may be the light,
guiding me home
But you must know,
though my love is true
I am not nothing
without you
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