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Sep 2019
Here I go
Down the same path
I didn't want to be ruined
But I know in darkness there's light

And then there's you
Tell me if my hell is true

What kind of sadomasochistic game
Are you playing with my heart
Self-hatred takes its toll
From you because of me
Ash to Ash dust to dust
I'm a vagabond left to grovel
And rust
Hate is my only companion
As my heart stands alone
In a cryogenic fridge
Frozen in time
-30 below zero
And I know the way out
But the light is darkened and needs a new bulb

Self indulged
Was this met to be
The dynamics
And texture that separated you and me

What kind of sadomasochistic game
Are you playing with my heart
Self hatred takes its toll
I wallow in hollow depths
And succumb, I fall apart

DevotionΒ Β 
Love
Twisted
Outcome
Lasting
Regret
Forever
Instilled

Play your game
Play your game
Play your game
Players game
Written by
John Dewberry  24/M/USA
(24/M/USA)   
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