5 am waking up in a bed of lies.
Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's.
Living in a world filled with your lies.
Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god.
You'll drown yourself playing into his game.
Where no one knows your name.
Its all about the fame.
Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch.
Tasting the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine.
My favorite drug.
He dusts me out and uses me as his rug.
Using me over and over. Is there no end.
Living in a fake sense of happiness,
just playing pretend.
He'll make you close your eyes,
tell you your pretty
and **** you till you meet your demise.
Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand.
You tell him no and your no
turns into a yes then into an
I guess.
He's got you
now.
5 am waking up
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
5 am waking up in a bed of lies.
Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's.
Living in a world filled with your lies.
Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god.
You'll drown yourself playing into his game.
Where no one knows your name.
Its all about the fame.
Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch.
Tasting the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine.
My favorite drug.
He dusts me out and uses me as his rug.
Using me over and over. Is there no end.
Living in a fake sense of happiness,
just playing pretend.
He'll make you close your eyes,
tell you your pretty
and **** you till you meet your demise.
Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand.
You tell him no and your no
turns into a yes then into an
I guess.
He's got you
now.
5 am waking up
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