Addiction
No matter what u think,
No matter your suspicion,
U r my poison, my toxin,
My sweet sweet addiction.
Whenever we get seem to get close,
The knots of my straightjacket grow tight.
My mind seems so clear,
But only after we fight.
Y is it i need u to survive,
Without u id seek destruction,
U r my poison, my toxin,
My sweet sweet addiction.
Should u ever leave my side,
If this feeling were to sever,
I know id lose it,
Fall into my darkness forever.
Even when seem things worst,
I will need ur sensation.
Never take my poison, my toxin,
My sweet sweet addiction.
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