Addicted

Stirring up another argument,

Like we addicted to the drama.

I always call you out, but you

say your done with all this games.

You stress me out, you mess me up

You drag me down, You kill me.

Were on and off, now were screaming

We just don't seem to stop.

Now were on the ground,

Kissing hard and making up.

I can't take it

I love it, I hate it.

But I always find myself 

coming back to you.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

it's sad to always be going back to someone who is poisonous and tainted with pain from the past. I did notice a couple of spelling errors, might want to double check it. Nice work.