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May 2022
Sometimes the only difference between medicine and poison is dosage
So how much should I take of you before I’m under your hypnosis?
How much more until I’m poisoned?
Doctor, Doctor! What’s the prognosis?
Cause a simply no is enough to leave me heartbroken

Trying to keep my eyes open
To get a glimpse through this veil
Marked with the color of sin
Knowing that it’s a game of lust
And winning is only for the rich

With you short sweet reply’s
Keeping my head flying high
I know your words are lies
But when the record of your voice
Slips into my ears
An illusion of us appears

Not again I say
I must leave you for dead
For good
Cause good you are not
And years I have lost

Chasing a dream that I thought was alive
That one day I can bring to this 3-dimensional life
But the lies I tell myself doesn’t change the past
I have a pain in my chest that drags me closer to death
Cause I must lay to bed a love
That was just staying as a guest
Sometimes we make a fantasy with people who have no intentions of stepping in your dream world.
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