Addiction is a cycle which goes round and round and round It starts off making you miserable, then when you are lying on the ground Oh, it shows a little compassion and lifts you up a short while Only to return you back to the depths, but it has so much guile
That you only think it picks you up, only plays the good guy It would never toss you down, only lifts you way up high Something else it is which brings you down, crashing to the floor And if you knew exactly who, you would show them to the door
This cycle goes on forever, forever in your mind You're on a never ending treadmill with good and bad entwined The high does not come, without the low preceding It's a tricky situation, which is unmistakeably misleading
If you reason in your mind that you are better off Going round and round this cycle, surfing the crest and trough Then you will go round forever, forever in a spin And probably realise when it's way too late, much to your chagrin