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Addictions


Stuck in the frost tossed by the wind and crossed by him

At any cost it’s an opportunity lost

I’d like to boast but it’s always an almost

So engrossed in this addiction with no restriction as if it’s only fiction

Had high hopes tried to cut the rope couldn’t cope

Went up the slope couldn’t get down went around without a turnaround had a melt down

There came that name the one to blame the one I couldn’t tame

Had to frame in his stupid game

Made me the oppressor when he was the possessor

Hes fearsome while im actually the victim

Won't lie it gets me high but yet I die a little inside

I don’t want to be feared and have people disappear when I appear

It's strange how I want change when I can’t be arranged

Its sad how i’ve gone mad stuck in a cage full of rage

Yet i put myself inside because of my awful pride that collides with my other side

Halt it’s no ones fault but my own I haven’t grown

 
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