I've been stabbed once again, deep in the wounds of my heart, just as they were healing memories come flowing back my past catches up with me. No matter how far i run or try to hide it always manages to find me and tear me apart, It's like a diease, just when you think you've been cured it strikes again but this time even worse, I'm a soul to there soul I'm a heart beat to there heart, with out me they will not exsist they will not be able to breathe Because i am the food the crave, the food there mouth waters for, the food there taste buds are iger to taste....