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6/28/16 Sin tastes good on my lips Man is this where I lose it Sweet is sin on my lips Words that hurt Smoke that burns Sugar that coats ****** words Drinks that despise Thoughts that criticize Why does sin taste so good on my lips When it hurts When it burns When it coats When it turns When its ugly When its mean IT makes NO SENSE Can anyone explain Why we try to condense Instead of commence To being kind Just living to unwind Helping others when you see a need Instead of kicking them n watching them bleed Why does sin taste so good Why do I feel so misunderstood I cant take this Inside my head Some one help cant you hear I just want some bliss I don’t want to feel so dead Do you see my silent tears When my day is done I don’t want at the set of sun I would rather be not riled Or to feel so ragged n wild This ache and burn Makes my stomach sick, and turn Will I always feel this way Don’t worry tomorrow is a new day
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
taste good on my lips
6/28/16 Sin tastes good on my lips Man is this where I lose it Sweet is sin on my lips Words that hurt Smoke that burns Sugar that coats ****** words Drinks that despise Thoughts that criticize Why does sin taste so good on my lips When it hurts When it burns When it coats When it turns When its ugly When its mean IT makes NO SENSE Can anyone explain Why we try to condense Instead of commence To being kind Just living to unwind Helping others when you see a need Instead of kicking them n watching them bleed Why does sin taste so good Why do I feel so misunderstood I cant take this Inside my head Some one help cant you hear I just want some bliss I don’t want to feel so dead Do you see my silent tears When my day is done I don’t want at the set of sun I would rather be not riled Or to feel so ragged n wild This ache and burn Makes my stomach sick, and turn Will I always feel this way Don’t worry tomorrow is a new day
hope-ann-webb
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
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