Addicts کے بول

He thought one would not hurt He thought he had the control Who would stop when he wanted But the days passed The number was increasing And he lost control Clear nights wanting to calm the nerves Spending all the money to kill the will Leaving aside the advice they gave him One would not make a difference I would stop whenever I wanted I would not lose control I'm not an addict He abandoned her and missed her I wanted her to come back I wanted a way out to forget the longing But longing always came back The smell the taste were marked Marked in the back of the mind And they stand there waiting In a moment of despair To have the much-feared relapse One would not make a difference I would stop whenever I wanted I would not lose control I'm not an addict