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Mar 2015
As I remember her now
It seems so long ago
We were both so **** young
How could I know
That she was the beast
Yet she was beauty too
Cast her black spell
What the **** could I do?

She brought me out of the rain
Made me her brand new toy
Tryin to ******* her dad
With her ****** boy
I'm not sure what she saw
When she was lookin at me
Whatever it was
Was just fantasy

I was real and broken
On the edge and alone
She was lookin for trouble
That's how I was known
She was bored with her life
I was scared of my own
Tryin to clean up
On that red methadone

She kept me in wine
She kept me in dope
She let me inside
Filled my problems with hope
Then she begged for my flaws
I finally caved in
We were playing a game
That I knew you cant win

Right then our sun set
Nevermore to return
Just the sparkle and fade
Of the needles cold burn
By the time that she saw
This game was her life
There was no road back home
The truth cut like a knife
Which she then pulled on me
As the pain became real
Now she needed the drugs
Or thats all she could feel

She needed me too
Like 'dope man' needs a gun
So she crippled my will
To make sure I don't run
She tortured my heart
Cuz she'd cut out her own
Still she didn't want me
Just to be not alone
Stockholm syndrome ain't love
But the poison was strong
We were both so **** scared
Held hostage too long

Now I wish I could say
That the moral is clear
I only feel mad
I believed my own fear
Learned a lot about life
What not to do
Never thought I would live
Somehow made it through

It takes two to dance
Two to give a lie power
Two to make a heart break
Two to turn a love sour

I want to believe
Our intentions were pure
The world drenched in filth
Victimized me and her
Regrets pile up
Resentment runs deep
While I look back and wish
Your heart I could keep
Mines tattered and torn
I know yours is too
Sometimes when I can't sleep
I still think about you

Cast blame all you want
It may even be true
But please stop hating me
Forgive yourself too.
Written by
Jack Chicago Dykstra  42/M
(42/M)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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