'I really love it, but I better not read
It is not healthy, but I do not really care
When you said no I didn't break down and cry
I turned to fiction and for that I can not my love deny
Addicted to it, yes I am
I have found that I can not quit
Addicted, not trying to stop
But then alone I can drop my mask
Your eyes were so cold
In it's web I'm caugth
If only I stopped
Would I get over you?
Would I stop comparing all the others, to you?
Or would I turn to something else
To kill the time I usually spend:
Laugthing, smiling, cooing, awing, crying and the like
Because you see, I think I still love you.
For all that might have been is the saddest words, I know
But would it bee so bad for me, to ask:
What migth have been if only, if only you loved me too'