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The worst part of me is you


Which you need him to be you Since it happens more than the other That would mean you enjoy or can't help being this other person Cause truth is this other person around me hates life or the idea Maybe sunshine has fears, guilt and shame, condemnation Feels not worthy to hold on Or to sit in the light of her imagination Instead you are feeling the need of attention Satisfaction Energy something different Something you crave Your mad so mad at me for not able to stay clean Or put down the needle Truth is you have enabled Kept me hostage, and I let it I let you keep me prisoner to these chains To be blamed and your excuses you use to rule me To escape to make war to run away For deep down to see you vividly acting or being fully how you know you could become You say or have an image in your head and heart saying This or that action This or that person, what you represent is disgusting Is dirty is horrid is not what you could be, openly You struggle to be you Trapped in 2 bodies 2 minds, 2 ideas, 2 outcomes 2 ways Conflicting, you hid from one, lie to another condemn one Please the other It's just constant war with both sides I'm your muse to death and life I'm to blame, the other guy Who is high who lies Who can't be trusted Who fucked up, cause he is a fuck up This guy you searched for high and low Know so much or come close to know Meaning, seeing you hope to control Only to find you have no control It grows, its pulls it pushes It uses me as a crutch to be you Who you loveless For you can't accept yourself To do so would mean, I’m a fucked-up person in this dream Cause I see you in this light this is what I seen You need the prince to rescue you from your fucked up low self-worth of mistakes You condemn yourself for time after time It lays dormant it lays asleep: alive It keeps others at bay It knows when to apply Rhythmatic innate Clever addict who inhabits its way into complete damage for play It works off emotions and reactions Triggers of addictions and afflictions it havocs When you stay Don't mess with it cause all who do Sad but true only get damaged. You forget What I let it My conscience All the uncollective nonsense You think you keep behind Your mind try to hide but can't Lose whatever you thought you lost In its wits , its grips me and hits me in my third eye Faster than you can fuck any guy And try to lie it's all right I loved you even if you hide Just know I'm the one who sees In the dark the truth Of who me or you Why hide or cover Your shame when its meant to be found Like Adam and Eve in the garden The day God sent Satan to bound to play in the devil's playground All ticking all triggers of all hopes You hope wouldn't let go or would be found It's all to help you release what keeps you bound Till then, then or how You live in a past where you won't pull yourself out Which you can't escape Till someone understands you and show you the way out. Heals with you, instead of pushing you further down How far your start had fallen Satan called me to your only true one Who succeeds when called to be fallen
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