Alls fair in love and war.
And you're constantly at war with your thought.
You're a soldier in your own head.
Fighting for control.
But always letting it in.
You hate the addiction.
But love the blissfulness it provides.
They call it a relapse.
You say its another battle lost.
But are you really fighting?
Or even really trying?
Alls fair in love and war,
And this is a bit of both