Drug Jaime Kremerer Citrus student The drug
The drug
The drug you love to take
The highs you like to fake
Just like the drug
The love
The love you like to take
And in return you fake
The drug
The drug
Can you see, or is it blurry?
Maybe it’s because you’re in such
Such
Such a hurry

Because this blood
Blood
Blood’s begin to dry
Just like your lover’s eyes
And where will you turn
To satisfy
Satisfy the burn
When you’re so empty inside
That there’s nothing to see
So she sees right through
Nothing to need
So it’s you who’s used
Because of this love
This drug
The drug you like to take
For highs you like to fake
And hearts you like to stake
But when this bug
This bug
This bug’s been cast away
Where will you go
When you’re in such a hurry to stay

Taking over
This sort of trip
Can’t be stopped
Who started it?
You just can’t find
The simple lines
Of what is real
And what’s dead
What’s the past
What lies ahead

This drug is hard
Why did you take it?
This drug of love
How will you make it?