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Sep 2015
Her love is an addiction,
That's way too much for me.
Playing the role of a victim,
My heart still blames me,
for her victory over the rest of me.
It hurts so good, the way she loves --
Changed my life, wrong or right
Slowly she re-writes my whole story.
Fiening for her love, a fien in need of my company. Pains me for her to go, hurts when she has to leave. In her world of addictions, her addict I will always be. Walk away, I've tried -- I wasn't meant to leave. Taking over my life, the trip-- is my destiny. Before I let her go, it will be the death of me. Gave her all of my love, my heart has no vacany. Took my life and stole my soul, her vibes have full control of me. She went from just something I wanted -- to something I will always need. More than just a high, more like a living fantasy.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Willard Wells and SPT
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