She loves me, loves me not, loves me
Not anymore, not now,
Not from afar, not that nor this.
What a relief! I'm free!

I can withdraw, just quit, come clean,
Cut back my overdose
Of Belgian chocolate, which pumps
Phenylethylamine.

Now that I can, will I abstain?
Who cares? Perhaps she would.
Only her endomorphines know
If I'll get hooked again.