Flashback -2004

Written by me, on the 20th of April.

Love is like a drug;
you can't control it, you can't quit.
It makes you think differently and sometimes makes you a new person.
It controls your actions; under it's spell,
you'd do things you wouldn't expect.

Love makes you jealous, depressed and very hopeful,
though it will almost certainly break your heart.
When you look back at what you did,
you feel stupid.

Love is like a drug;
it's bad for you.