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Build it up to tear it down All we're really doing is ******* around A self destructive psychosis Well dilute the mind of the hostess Love is the epitome in his eyes But love is the vice with her lies Its all fun and games til' someone cries Its all fun unless someone dies Happiness could only be bought I hope that's not sarcasm that you were taught Soon we will be able to let our minds rot When happiness kicks in and the needles have caught She'll say the words to get her fix He'll believe the ***** even if the kiss is quick All he wants is someone to care All he needs is someone to dare When the day comes where her eyes don't close He'll think of where her soul must have rose Thinking of why she was chose Wondering why she had to go He will never know of her intention Never discover their love is an invention He'll remain ignorant that it was just her addiction And always see her as perfection
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
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Build it up to tear it down All we're really doing is ******* around A self destructive psychosis Well dilute the mind of the hostess Love is the epitome in his eyes But love is the vice with her lies Its all fun and games til' someone cries Its all fun unless someone dies Happiness could only be bought I hope that's not sarcasm that you were taught Soon we will be able to let our minds rot When happiness kicks in and the needles have caught She'll say the words to get her fix He'll believe the ***** even if the kiss is quick All he wants is someone to care All he needs is someone to dare When the day comes where her eyes don't close He'll think of where her soul must have rose Thinking of why she was chose Wondering why she had to go He will never know of her intention Never discover their love is an invention He'll remain ignorant that it was just her addiction And always see her as perfection
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
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