You are Intriguing

You taught me how to smoke When I look in the mirror I always see your shadow pass by. When the high is high it feels like the lowest of lows. I don't want to miss more of life  having days pass me by. no more maybe. Our second, sixth or third time to grieve My heart is not a doorway for you to trespass,  You brought me low but I’m not low class I said it too many times I know this is our final goodbye last time you  left me with bruises the time before you broke my heart Am I better off hunted by your bad habits