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Mar 2011
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
Written by
Fukn Zach
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   Taylor Smith
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