How could it be that its not just me succumbing to your charms,
How could it be that I can't see myself in any others arms,
You see this heart of mine is broke and it comes to no alarm.
That I thought I could be safe with you and free from any harm.
If you could feel the pain I do, I don't think you'd survive,
For you see that pain, that suffering is keeping me alive.
For all bullshit in my life, is the one thing on which I thrive,
That to feel the anguish in my soul that keeps me from that dive.
If you could see a future with me please lay down your prediction,
And if the future is loving or not then that story is fiction,
I am so tired so sore from enduring this affliction,
But here I sit craving more of my very worst addiction.
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