You know it’s not good for you,
But the unvirtuousness makes you want it.
You think about it,
You dream about it.
It’s like a song stuck in your head,
It’s like a rash that won’t go away.
The more you think about it,
The more you want it.
The more you avoid the thought of it,
The more it creeps into your mind.
You’ve had it once before,
So you know what it’s like.
You yearn for it just once again,
But you know you must resist it all lengths.
Somehow, just somehow,
This temptation will fade away,
All that will be left is the bitter but sweet memory.
If you could do it all over again,
It wouldn’t be as exciting,
Cos it wouldn’t be far from reach.
The perilous thrill is what makes it appealing,
But you resist it, you resist it.