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pat caldecott Jun 2011
Once again I return to feel the hurt the pain
Addicted to your cyanide
That’s driving me insane

Ride upon this sickening ride surf upon its tide
Feel it rotting out my brain
You are my cyanide

As a child upon the bed I’d think to stop the chain
Small doses of your cyanide
Were coursing in my vein

I didn’t know and so I ate whatever you’d provide
Given the things that you’d obtain
The bitter cyanide

Only poison in your heart things that you’d been fed
Force fed on the cyanide
Lead me where your led
pat caldecott Jun 2011
I remember you said
As I sat on your bed that
My love was not true
Well I loved you a lot
With all that I’ve got
Not much but what can you do

And you said that your sin
Was drinking the gin
I remember it made me feel ill
And it hurt me a lot
Took all that I’ve got
Not much but what can you do

Then you said it’s a lie
When I would cry
I don’t want to follow your way
And you’d give me the taunt
You don’t really want well
Not much but what can I say

So here’s to you mam
Cause I don’t give a ****
What happens now that were through
I loved you a lot
And I think I’ve forgot
Not much but what can you do

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