They ask him, what the hell is he smoking
And he tells them all, choking
He’s hooked on hopium pipe
Reaching out to her – getting his hopes up
Though he sees through her make-up
Narcissist by stereotype
He couldn’t see the truth for the gaslight
Instead he felt so contrite
That he smoked for her show
They told him, maybe he triggered a hoover
While he tried to maneuver
To maintain the status-quo
But then she saw her
The beginnings full of love bombs
Bursting his heart
The excuses when his mind calms
To reunite
He knew her, he pleased her, until she found
Her new supply
He’s hooked on hopium pipe
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