Oxygen - Alcohol ( part 2 ) She – wasn't my oxygen, no she was more like my alcohol addiction ; She bubbled up with indifference as I came to her when I was in pain, She was my run to place when i was at my worst so I'd just forget. She made me feel something when i was numb – but all it was.. was just the burning feeling of loneliness, She had me addicted getting back in and out like rehab, She never loved me neither i her. I see that now. And just like alcohol she'll always have a sting.
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