A sickness inside of me is growing everyday,
how do I begin to make this thing disintegrate.
It haunts my dreams,
keeping me awake at night,
I claimed that it was love caught at first sight.
A miscalculation,
deliberating lust for love.
I'll never make that mistake again,
my poor heart has had enough.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
A sickness inside of me is growing everyday,
how do I begin to make this thing disintegrate.
It haunts my dreams,
keeping me awake at night,
I claimed that it was love caught at first sight.
A miscalculation,
deliberating lust for love.
I'll never make that mistake again,
my poor heart has had enough.
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