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Paradise I lost You, But I'll be ****** If I Don't Find My Way Back To You

I found Heaven,

From first I kissed her lips,

But I lost myself,

In a needle and a bag.

 

A little pill drove the pain away,

And a bag brought me false paradise,

And these four walls held me tightly,

As I sweat it all out inside.

 

And steel bars and concrete walls,

Kept me away from you,

When the ****** finally,

Left my veins.

 

Now it's been four months,

And I've held Heaven in my arms again,

But I can't yet call her mine,

Though I haunt her dreams at night.

 

And it'll be four more months,

Before I might fall asleep with her by my side,

And repeatedly I dream of memories,

That make me want to run, to hide.

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aaron-reisinger
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Mar 23, 2017
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