Walking on eggshells, am i talking to myself, i cant tell, it feels like a hex when i read her text, a witch with a spell, switch n oh well dont dwell but sell my soul just to hold you again, your heaven sent, my strength against temptation is weak like im tweaking to find the next high. i didnt need this with you by my side, now you decide to tell lies, fire flys by shoots though, polluting my mind, find signs as i plead to lead a better life..
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