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One sip Of your poison Just one fix I'm walking out the door. I can't do this any more. Oooooh but the Devils calling me by name. Oh It's so inviting, I can never win this game. *The cycle is vicious It never remisses* Bittersweet renditions, Of the time I had it beat (?) Fooling myself too many times, How much shame is on me? Can't you see I'm grounded? Weighed down by my heavy heart? Not long before I figure out what's coming next. You got what I want (You got what I need) Can't stop holding on (I love our toxicity) Caught up (In our lust) With no chemistry (Can't stop holding on) I love our toxic energy. Around and round we go (I start to wonder) where did our love go? She's in my veins (Ooh I'm an addict) Shooting up her perfume the one habit I can't break I won't shake Over, under, in-between (Stuck under your nail) Give me just a moment with your scent I love the smell. Im fading away
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Toxicity
One sip Of your poison Just one fix I'm walking out the door. I can't do this any more. Oooooh but the Devils calling me by name. Oh It's so inviting, I can never win this game. *The cycle is vicious It never remisses* Bittersweet renditions, Of the time I had it beat (?) Fooling myself too many times, How much shame is on me? Can't you see I'm grounded? Weighed down by my heavy heart? Not long before I figure out what's coming next. You got what I want (You got what I need) Can't stop holding on (I love our toxicity) Caught up (In our lust) With no chemistry (Can't stop holding on) I love our toxic energy. Around and round we go (I start to wonder) where did our love go? She's in my veins (Ooh I'm an addict) Shooting up her perfume the one habit I can't break I won't shake Over, under, in-between (Stuck under your nail) Give me just a moment with your scent I love the smell. Im fading away
Addiction, personification
lanejoseph
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
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