The Vice

I’ll never come first.  Your burning desire … your craving for it  I can’t compete.  Constantly on your mind, a focus  Endlessly on repeat.  You need it.  I will never be enough.  The taste on your lips, help to revive  Flowing, coursing through your veins.  That … makes you feel alive.  You thirst for it.  I will never compete.  It wraps you in a euphoric feeling That even I can’t give you.  Hiding all emotions, a mask Used to conceal  It numbs you.  I will never out rank it Your focus … an obsession on it It’ll never end, it has you convinced  You are somehow completely broken inside. That no on else but it can mend you.  But it … it is destroying you  And I am here wanting to protect you To break its grip on you Allowing you to be set free  The power is too strong  And I … I cannot compete.