I’m addicted to cotton candy.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth.
Every day I crave candy.
Every night I cannot stay still.
And when I have it I get a sugar rush.
And when I have it I enjoy it in shush.
It’s so nice, I aim for it everyday.
It’s so nice, I wish for it to stay.
But in reality, it’s a delicate dream.
So when I wake up, I’m having a bitter bite.
But in reality, it’s the sorry solitude.
So when I wake up, I worriedly weep.