Closing time, time to say goodbye to the people that i'm
with,
Time to share the joy with the people that i'll be.

Final day approces and I cannot rest, I cannot sleep.
and I cannot bare, cannot think, what will become of this?
What will become of me? of us?

Thinking of you makes me sick to my stumek,
Seeing you too, yet I think i'm an addict.
Addicted to you addicted to me, addicted to us, addicted to
this.

Addiction, to this I cannot lie.

Talking to you makes me smile all around, thinking of you
makes me hur all around.

Addiction, without this, I cannot live.

Selfish pain, undesired misory to you, to me, to us.
Insecurity, of me, of you, of us, of this so called selfish
pain that we suringly call love.

Addiction, without time we would not be.
Without love we wouldn't want to be.