What If

I’ve started to look at love like a drug 
You can get so addicted to it that it starts to consume your every thought 
I feel in love once, well truthfully I haven’t stopped falling 
This love I have is like a bottomless pit that once you jump in there’s no way out 
She dared me to jump, gave me an offer that I couldn’t pass up...her heart 
But somewhere along the way I fucked up and gave back my prize broken in a million pieces 
On the outside I may seem fine as if I’m not hurting at all 
But silently and unseen my heart has been working overtime to pick up all the pieces of her broken heart 
Just like a drug addict I couldn’t see my own addiction 
I tried desperately to tell myself that it was over and that I didn’t have a problem 
But "day and night, this lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night" 
Because it is this nightfall when I’m all alone that love once again consumes my every thought 
As if during the day I have to keep my mind distracted and away from the drug 
But that addiction never fails to find its way back to me at night...and so I write... 
In the end I know us being friends is probably where this will lead 
But the love ima always have for you is why I can’t help but to wonder what if? 
"What if we were wrong about each other? 
What if you were really made for me? 
What if we were supposed to be together? 
Would that not mean anything? 
How can you be sure that things are better if you can’t be sure your heart aint still here with me.......still wanting me?"