Vices
Sometimes you make me feel strong when I feel weak
Sometimes you make me weak when I should be strong
It's something about that grey smoke that seems so colorful
Why am I a slave to your grip
Don't I give you enough of me to satisfy
Are we meant to be in toil between who has the power
In all actuality I'm in love with how you use me
Abuse me
To my dearest love, Darrek
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